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My World

When someone gives me a penny for my thoughts They end up putting their two cents in Because by then they are actually caught Deep in the intense, immense conversation How would you handle my situation? Better be firm when you stand tall Or you will surely fall (Too weak to defeat the devastation) Look at you how You’re lying on the ground Feeling like a sissy now (After your castration) The road I tread is a hard walk with the dead Full of potholes in the dark And a smoke-ring as a halo on my head If you think you can see like me And you think you can suck up a long journey Then live in my world and try to endure A living hell on this wicked/beautiful earth Maybe, just maybe If you get lucky You will eventually See the wicked world through one eye And a beautiful life through the other At the same time Side-by-side at the nasal line And that I say is the only way But why would anybody want to try To live my life Want to feel my pain? How much you think you can take? I couldn’t give it to you Even if I wanted to So don’t bother because you can’t relate Don’t ever speak out against me in a debate I will verbally leave you trashed Probably crapping in your pants Don’t get me going because once I get started Missiles will be flowing in your ears and blowing Down at the little man getting bombarded A feeble mind now feeling retarded -- And before you crap your pants, you farted – My words will lobotomize Synthesize a tone That’s set to hypnotize And place you in a zone So prepare to set your bones on the grindstone If you dare to go where I roam Because in my world you’re a long way from home -- Experience the terror, walk in these shoes alone – Do battle with a deadly disease Alone with no wife because she’s a cheat Now you looking like a freak (so you think) And you don’t sound normal whenever you speak (You only have half a tongue and no damn teeth!) You wear a hard scar for all to see A hook of a mark that will now have to be Accepted and respected and sported proudly Expect to get rejected when you’re fishing in the sea Because remember you look like a freak (so you think) And you don’t sound normal whenever you speak -Boz-

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/16/2009 12:26:00 AM
Whoa, I would hate to enter a word-war with you, Boz. Seems like you can hold your own in an argument. I tend to shy away from them. But I do appreciate the image of seeing beauty through one eye and evil through the other. I think we can all relate to that feeling. Very intriguing write! Love, Carolyn
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