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Plastic People (Free verse) by cosmiccantinaguy
I'm drowning in a sea of plastic people The cell phones, credit cards, fancy cars, nice houses, the gormet at their whim They walk by with noses raised high as I sit on this fuckin street Stroll away scoffing at me and my scene Get outta my way, get a fuckin job That shit's all I hear as I try and maintain They never think for a second how it is to be me My pack, my pad, my thumb, fuckin travelin But everywhere I go it's always the same The synthetic infection rotting this land I'm in God gimmie the day when the plastic world goes away Mr. Get A Job, with no house, or car, or credit card, or gormet, or that pretty little whore he bought to fuck as he puffs his 500 dollar cigar Step into my world for a day mother fucker Just one day The dirty sidewalks, dingy squats, dining from these dumpsters Look to these streets and see out here if you got it, you earned it, All Of It From the Travels, the bullshit, the hell that's dished out every fuckin day Gettin fucked with, fucked over, seen as a waste And you walk by, chuckle, throw a penny Fuck You, Fuck Your Penny, Fuck That Holier Than Though Demeaner I don't want it, I sure as hell don't need that shit All I ask is that you give a fuck Look under these dirty rags and see me A GOD DAMN HUMAN BEING With a heart, and a soul A soul you can't crush, you can't kill, you can't deny me mother fucker But God knows I'd love to escape this shit Escape the shit hole reality that's become me Run throught the sky above all of this shit The couch surfing, the begging, the getting fucked up passing out on a fucking bench And I'll admit this is no way to be All I ask is that you look Beneath the surface of what you see when you see me on the streets Look and see that the gutters, the dumpsters, the hitch-hiking, the getting jumped by drunk frat boys, the camping in Wisconsin in February All that shit makes me what I am Something you can and will never be A REAL HUMAN

Up the ladder: Wife beater t-shirt
Down the ladder: She Puts The Fun In Funeral

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.875
Weighted score: 5.5042653
Overall Rank: 2659
Posted: November 8, 2002 11:02 AM PST; Last modified: November 8, 2002 11:02 AM PST
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[10] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 | 8-Nov-02/12:43 PM | Reply
lol. this is a riot. here's a ten...for having to carry your laptop all that way. 10.h
[8] Roisin @ 80.225.66.12 | 9-Nov-02/9:10 AM | Reply
You are more human than they will ever be. They have never come face to face with their own mortality as you have and they probably never will do until that moment when, just before they climax with their cheap little whore they look into her cold eyes and feel that she is holding her elbow tight over his fat neck so that she can take his fat wallet and leave him to lie dead in his own spunk.
[8] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.188.228 | 9-Nov-02/1:37 PM | Reply
Well, there goes my theory about bums having the most freedom! HA! What was I thinking? 8 for your eye-poking the rich and "synthetic infection"
[6] <~> @ 67.84.171.10 | 9-Nov-02/2:42 PM | Reply
this is the angriest poem i've ever read. got a solution, or just a problem?
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