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Dream Samurai (Free verse) by Lifeboatman My honor rests on a dream
Made of a plastic blue pipe
And I sulk on a glory that never was
In a shady corner of my home
Spitting nicotine while I don
My hero's cloth of ragged shirt
I am not even king of this festered ignominy
And as I hide from them my truth
With courteous gestures of sanity
And talks of school, future and stability
I am slowly dying alive inside
Up the ladder:
the invisible beauty
Down the ladder:
battle
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Posted: March 3, 2009 6:27 AM PST; Last modified: March 3, 2009 6:27 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.071139 Overall Rank: 6629 Comments:
Make it a glass pipe and we got something. Seven.
SO you still show yourself around these parts... I wrote this about a decade ago, and my my bong was makeshift from 1.5 Coke bottles. hehehe
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Hmm. Makes more sense when I notice the title--but I'm still lost with a plastic blue pipe.