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Free Cee I Wish There More of You Who Deserve To Read This
PLEASE PASS THE SWEETBREAD With sorrow tomorrow I will say fare thee well As I be headed for the intestines of hell A demon misdirected to be duly digested While his fortitude and factor of fear is fully tested With a vested interest in indecency and indiscretion While involved in an iniquitous insurrection A sinner sought by sordidness and the vengeance of tomorrow No beggar but a being who prefers to rob rather than borrow Just a junkie jousting with justice, judgment and condemnation A soul aligned with the maligned yet suffering alienation A spirit spited by speciousness and spurious allegations And when asked if he feels like human waste he will nod in affirmation For thus is this the me my mother never meant for me to be And as for my father he was never very fatherly And so it is I’ve come to this A last resort for a lack of bliss The final toll of a well-worn bell As I am insidiously and insistently ingested by the intestines of hell © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…...~free cee!~
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