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I'm told by some that I am too analytical. I have this need to track down and know the truth of all things. I apologize for this trait to all, but I truly believe that an unexamined life is not worth living, and when I have figured it all out, and when I haven't...I smile, I laugh, I frown, I raise an eyebrow...I live.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Un-womb ©

I wish to be wombed
Entombed

Like hiding in caves
Sewer rat
Beneath waves
Of darkness

So I can’t see
What is so lost it’s hard to be

You look at me and tell me to work
But there’s nothing there so you jerk me around

Send me all over town
I explain I am down
Lower than low

Only rescue is a bottle and so

I curl up with wine
Til night falls fine
Happens at the end of each day
And I don’t have to worry no more

About being so poor
Locked in this house with Ever Rude
Who thinks hitting women means cool dude

He was at his best at age three
But that was way before he met me

No one told me he was gremlin sound
When he was looking and found
This woman. This woman here.

This woman filled with fear
And now I know hate
That’s first-rate hate I’m talkin’ bout
Hear me, hear me shout

You gotta open some door and let this woman out
Cause she’s screaming, scheming
Tearing her hair
Needs to know where, where the fuck where
Is that door outta hell?

1 Comments:

Blogger my life said...

this poem is sad, i like the poem. the message is gray.

8:18 AM  

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