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Front, Porch, Swing. (Free verse) by horus8

Every evening she smokes cigarettes on her front porch Riding that swing All of her gestures pause She's not waiting for that special someone's home lighting torch If the swing could speak it would say, "because", Because, my friend Time blindfolded the farm animals The bonfire out front is hot enough now To melt the toy metal trucks Intense enough now to burn the swing, and the house with shed The only things left Would be the tiny flowered weeds The aphids for the ladybugs Her eyes show this knowledge She was the child i loved more than myself That spit at the circus Peed behind the ferris wheel Shin kicked the ring master and gave all of the clowns a raise Lost within the house of mirrors No razor No bottle of depressants Liar Only cotton candy I loved you, distempered Mouth melting and sugar soaked, anger Don't cut you Never trust a stranger I need you Or, a mustached man Father Or, a girdled woman Mother Or, the freckled children Siblings Because they don't follow you around like i do I'm sorry that i came too late to pump you're guts I guess i'm gutless Fertilizer for your milkweed One day too You Out there Will sit quiet Chain-smoking On somebody else's front, porch, swing dragging your feet to simply slow down.

horus8 30-Dec-02/4:47 PM
Yeah. your college degree really shows here, and it also shows in your living methods and environment (furnitureless apartment in the getto) i make no excuses for my actions. what's your excuse? writing a script? with me as a character refference? sounds like a flop. i hope you have a good lawyer, my clients have enough money to protect themselves against star fucking leeches like yourself. i, on the other hand am flattered by your project. once again, i specify. Good fucking luck. lolipop, and yes you're a smart one. we can tell. i am a lowly fag, and you are a sexy brain, with a four year business degree(using it well i might add) do you mention that during your auditions? it might help, also mention your script..every business major should write one in their 'business' down time. you're not telling these good listeners here anything they already don't know..smarter than me? don't forget. i've met you.ha ..ha hab haa ha ha..you can barely open your mouth with out sounding like a fish monger..you have terrible taste, no money, no life, and it's only a matter of weeks before this town finally sends you back home with your tail tucked. once again i wish you the best. sorry it didn't work out. by the way. what did my cock taste like? big fat hairy gay jew..that's right. cheers.




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