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To a bum, (Free verse) by RealmOfSong Your redemption was
to make me feel sorry --
Well, I'm not sorry anymore.
What you "felt like"
is what you are;
I'm not sorry for that.
I am not the one who
stabs backs
I am not the one who
can lie with a straight face
because I've had so much "practice"
I am not the spoiled egg
who needs an entourage
And I am not sorry
for what you've made of yourself.
You used dialogue
to mask threats to sink me --
Well I'm not listening anymore.
I've seen what you look like
under the stage paint,
What writhes under your skin,
And my eyes have never lied to me.
Up the ladder:
Choices
Down the ladder:
What Was An Attempt Is Now Gone
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Posted: September 4, 2003 10:28 AM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2003 10:28 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.03842 Overall Rank: 7203 Comments:
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jonnyduk @ 217.137.173.65
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4-Sep-03/12:19 PM
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Sounds angry yet emotional, am i stupid? good poem.
I like it a lot, but I'm slightly confused by the title vs. the context. It seems more like you're talking to a familiar acquaintance of some sort, rather than a stranger on the street. Or maybe you're calling that acquaintance a loser of life? Hmm, that could be what I originally missed.
a bum indeed..."i've seen what you look like under the stage paint"...that line was perfection
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