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Robert Mccall Poem
No, no, no
something wasn't right
isn't right
never right
Morphed again
drinking coke, smoking.
searching - pushing
not right
Circles, more circles
red, black, yellow
circles around my brain, BIG
aarrggghh that's better
something is right
Light, there must be light
shade, paint, more
more
it's not right, never right
Darkness
not perfect for godsake nothings perfect
don't seek
don't
I don't like the circles
paint em
more paint
arrrgghhh that's better
feeling better now.
Morphed again.
Copyright © Robert Mccall | Year Posted 2011
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Robert Mccall Poem
It's a sick world.
Men of power,
greed, and cunning.
Vomit!
Banal and sophomoric,
evil men;
ohhhh such vile, vile, vile men.
Vomit!
Arrogant,
cantakerous,
cruel and callous men.
Vomit!
May they drown,
in blood,
in the blood of angels,
and vomit, vomit, vomit!
Copyright © Robert Mccall | Year Posted 2011
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