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planning and replanning all the freaking time twenty four seven
who are you to judge
the problem is you
if you like some shoot you say it is good
great write brilliant touching and all those crap sorry
back to reading the 38 poems
most of them are laborious today 
following a pattern artificial rhyming
big funky words for no reason
no life or spark i am hungry
who am i to judge still we judge silently
then i write nice johnny or clarinet or gangadhar
or whatsoever
people like their names even when you are angry at them
life is so funny like a snake and mangoose
i am getting kind of tired from last nights
no alcohol no cigars and no ecstatic union
i was forced to quit the first 2 a few years ago
thanks to the architect of the third
familiarity breeds contempt you know what i am saying
F word
what happened to pete and keith or rocco i can kind of
relate to or bev skate and charms or the destroyer
or the silent well
i skip the one liners and the contests usually
but today i need to keep my promise and i am hungry
F
the lady from the south i guess who was talking about
black and white pools gave a small lift
like a glass of beer
i am tired of writing nice nice and very nice
i need to urinate and defecate[are they bad words}
and eat the cold break fast soon
the one liners are really getting onto my nerves and the contests
the lady from the east really flipping me out
i am on thirty one and jeez this guy who has written about five
thousand poems and still writing the same old beauty eday
is on.i am holding my breath praying to god for patience and 
am writing very very nice for the last time today my breakfast is cold
who am i to judge

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