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A predatorâs Joy (Free verse) by Dovina To ride truth for a purpose
To use human feelings for base ends
Bawling into the megaphone
Strong language
Insult, self-aggrandizement, logic
Scratching dirt over mistake
Crushing reputation and ego
Trying to win by any means
Then to lie outside the village
Where sewage flows
Garbage cans stink
Abortions are hidden
Conceiving tomorrowâs work
Up the ladder:
Moving On
Down the ladder:
Too late to live
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Posted: May 1, 2006 4:13 PM PDT; Last modified: May 2, 2006 3:04 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0794687 Overall Rank: 6494 Comments:
Sounds like a dig at philosophers. In which case...very accurate, I'm sorry to say.
Only a particular philosopher.
Just one? Damn. You could slap this label on almost any and it would work though.
Now to post my new epic.
No decent philosopher would lie outside the village where sewage flows and garbage cans stink and abortions are hidden, conceiving tomorrowâs work.
I took that bit more metaphorically, as the unadmitted fallacies, weak points and false starts in any theory.
And I'm prepared to bet that if you searched hard enough you could find a story of a philosopher who did that. Probably a Greek one. They did all the cool stuff.
Yeah, you could take it that way, but I was thinking of smut.
I read your new one. It will take some digesting, and I must go now. Will get back to it. Thanks for commenting; few do anymore. 280 view(s)
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bawling into the megaphone
strong language sieved by mono
insult, logic,
scratching dirt over mistakes....
just have this impression that the passion in ones voice would be wrecked from a megaphone as everyone sounds the same when shouting through a m/phone