Free verse № 23143
Fire And Fuck
Slamming whores
Behind slamming doors,
Get you limp to hard
With a hammering heart.
Your brain goes numb
As your fingers run,
Through wild skank hair.
Rush! Rush!
Time is short.
Don't bother to sterilize.
Just pack your rig.
Rush again!
Then finally,
Spun-out,
Pick at your toenails,
As you watch
Your once impressive
Partying skills,
Turn slowly,
Into sad addiction.
13 comments
Thanks to the background I understand this perfectly but to the uninformed it may be difficult to comment on as theirs no indication to what the addiction is, and a need to know more may be the problem.
However i think its a strong piece-well done, just work with it, make a few drafts-try again and resubmit after careful edit.
Time is short.
Don't bother to sterilize.
Just pack your rig.
Rush again!
Then finally,
spun-out,
pick at your toenails"
what the addiction is?
yeah lets call a fucking board meeting.
obviously..coke or speed.
that aside....this is shit.
it's not going to help an addict, and it's not going to save the un-informed children of the planet earth, so..where does that leave us? exactly, buried up to our necks in shit poetry, and fucking idiots trying to write about slinkeys when they've been playing all along with barbies. idiotic shit. moronic retorts to moronic inuendos. basic run of the mill tripe. enjoy your keen observations and grasp of life. you'll need it when your kid comes home a junky. you can always read him/her this great compilation of their pain. idiot. here's a ten because that's how much respect i got for a voting system.
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