pain and anger
piercing my soul
fist of rage pound my skull
arms want to wave
but held with a straight jacket
running in circles with no padded walls
to protect
me
from my anger
my rage
my pain
myself
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do you feel me?
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Are you wearing a beret now and booking at coffee houses? LG–are you looking to calendar something at one of these appearances, and this is just the trailer? More to come later?
Oh my God! Please stop writing these things. I am about to piss my pants.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD!!! STOP IT!!!
Seriously, I pray that someone else wrote this! Really, I hope you didn’t actually take the time to write this garbage yourself. And, even more importantly, I hope that you don’t actually think it is good. “…my rage…my pain…myself” HAHAHAHA!
HAHAHA! You are such a tormented soul!! Teen angst!!
Seriously, I had to stop typing like ten times because I am doubled over in laughter!
You just made my day, donfeces! Thanks buddy. Keep up the good work.
“do you feel me?” That is fucking priceless.
Seriously, donVD, stick to being a retard. You are much better suited for that role. You sorry attempts at acting enlightened and intellectual are just plain sad.
PLAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
SNORT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Wipe away tears….catch breath…reread poem…
PLAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Oh… a poem… I see.
Finally I agreed with A. Bundy…
It might work if you smash a guitar at the end.