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The Poison (Free verse) by TheTiredTyrant The bait,
the prey,
the mice,
debate the method of demise,
debate your high,
i'll lie beside you,
walk you down and lay the beat beneath your bed.
Beneath the dead.
Debate the method in your head,
the chemical misanthropy saving you from blame.
I'll stand below you,
lift you up,
increase the pain.
Up the ladder:
My secret to life
Down the ladder:
Suburban Horror
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Posted: July 22, 2002 4:25 PM PDT; Last modified: July 22, 2002 4:25 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.68314 Overall Rank: 1988 Comments:
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johnnyfontaine23 @ 195.92.194.16
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22-Jul-02/4:27 PM
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Wow. There is so much anger and hate in this poem, i just want to go and give the writer a hug. Inspiring.
Wow. There is so much anger and hate in this poem, i just want to go and give the writer a hug. Inspiring.
oooo..I like this one a lot!
WTF! LOL! ASL!?!?!
Oh straightened back,
on slab of stone, so tense, no slack, you're not alone!
Strichnine is best served cold. Revenge a turnip enima, my love tireless
like chocolates and cigarettes.. i know they're bad for me, but i just can't leave 'em alone.
I think this is quite good but over-rated personally.
I personally feel this is a piece of pure brilliance. I cannot see how this can be over-rated in anyway. You feel the anger, the pain and the torment within these words. Beautifully painful.
Wow Wee
how inspiring
This poem perfetly summarises what is wrong with the people of my city. Sheffield. Amazing. I feel like the mice.
This is quite good. A bumping cadence that keeps things interesting.
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