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About This Poem
Skunk
Skunk your sweet succulent love
leaves me stuck, and I won't give
you up, stuck like the buds, in a
dusted web covered by mother
natures brush, your welcoming
friendship is never enough, rival of
the frown, god's recipe when down,
your effect places me harmoniously
around, all negative feeling or
emotion all gone just a swirling
shroud,with the fumes of holy
potion, iam immune to life's
commotion, inhaling the Earths soul
sucked in deeply, every crumb, bud,
spliff and bowl, Such mythical
smoke, such cultures and minds you
do provoke, escape to a higher and
divine landscape of reasonable
reality where peace of mind is
dripping vapour nestled on even
paper and quarrel depart before
temptation, look, comment, remark.
When simplicity takes transitory
analogy, too much for enquiry, a
calming hospitality a fuzzy woollen
cuddling embrace, the missing part
of the puzzle, its consortium of time
and place, the nectar for hardships,
for mans undertakings, mans
subservient fate, a medicine to the
crippled, down trodden, rejected
and out of place, all its might and
potential has such a self-evident
place within our capacity, among'st
the human race, the government
won't allow us to rejoice in this
demand telling us its wrong, its
hurts and its sad, if your feeling a
little rough take this manufactured
chemical instead it kills more people
in a day than skunk ever did, and
our logic falls softly upon deaf ears,
upon a army of people unblinded
by the sewage of fears they replace
from cheers but its hard living
empty and living a tour everything
soulless beyond a bore, just dribble
my way through life, like a gormless
zombie, alone, cold and frumpy, an
imbedded splinter mossed over like
a snow capped fallen branch,
diseased and clumpy, aged and
arched, thanks for your pointless
servitude the death judge said,
looking at the life judge, exclaiming
NEXT!
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