What’s the point;
Obtuse, apathetic, dying breed
Of limitless opportunities
All led astray.
Hunt out with our killer instinct
To poison, manipulate and digest.
Consistently drugged with ill thoughts.
This redirection,
We’ve fallen, can’t get up.
Children basically need dependants,
The human instinct is to care
But with variables introduced
[drugs, sex, money, power, control]
this doesn’t seem so easy.
Complications! Complications!
We’ve never there to care.
Picture frames fall down,
Possession of the house, children and cars
Is fought over long and hard
And in the end we never meant
For the kids to hear our cries.
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Possession of the house, children and cars
Is fought over long and hard
And in the end we never meant
For the kids to hear our cries.
You are the only poet here ho knows exactly exactly how to blow me off with endings. You're my favourite poem-ender
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You become what you think.
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"Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."
it's awesome though. <3 rhys
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"Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."
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