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pissed off pretentious prat

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Sep 2002 · 9 comments

I've journied far to find myself Improve my mind, my mental health But now I'm home my mind is sick Of facile talk, the boring clique. No more the gossip at the bar Of goals that wern't, the latest car The bawling babies, nagging wife The disco scene, the plastic life I feel an alien whilst at home A self made exile all alone I've found myself but lost the key Of easy talk, the simple me

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[6] <~> 13-Sep-02/8:06 AM Reply

nice, but exile/all alone is redundant... uzwyze, nice job

[7] ==Doylum › <~> 13-Sep-02/11:55 AM Reply

Exile/all alone is not tautological. One can be exiled but not alone, just as one can be alone but not exiled.

[6] <~> › ==Doylum 13-Sep-02/11:59 AM Reply

you got me on that one, wingy-D. still, it trips me up and i think the point could have been made less repetetively; don't you agree, fondlee?

[7] ==Doylum › <~> 13-Sep-02/12:38 PM Reply

na - its enforcing not repetitive. And heres a Blah just for you.
BLAH. Stop that!

[6] <~> › ==Doylum 13-Sep-02/12:41 PM Reply

mebbe so, wingy-d. blah some more, pretty please?

[n/a] Frass › <~> 13-Sep-02/1:01 PM Reply

I can relate to your poem, Keatsimnot, and appreciate the humility of your log-in name; as compared to, say, poetandknowit.

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › Frass 13-Sep-02/3:38 PM Reply

HI I HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH POETANDKNOWIT THAT I CAN'T LET GO

[4] pete 13-Sep-02/3:35 PM Reply

know whatcha mean .... us poets eh ? how special we are ! ... 4

[9] horus8 22-Dec-02/10:48 AM Reply

let this prat be me.