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No Matter the Floor You Pass Out On

No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On I awake as any other madman slash poet. Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket. yes the libary sure has changed over the years. less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping it was probaly for the best. but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine american men wake up with are god given birth rite. That which after a trip to the restroom like that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing. Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they sucked altogather but drinking and common sense dont even belong in the same room togather. Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow. Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a spoiled spoon fed yuppie turd. the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second. They walked the street soaking in the pain of life. there heads stuck so far up there asses I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked by. acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream they'd rape there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background. Just for a taste of stardom. True talent who needs that? but no matter the floor you pass out on one thing was clear. In a world were you could have a bus load of kids and get paid for it. fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore. The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded voices from the past. the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads. Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor. And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show were washed up celebrities would have a contest. To see who could bore us the most with there sob story Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow than a reality show pillbox for a brain. and the truth effectsus all form no matter which floor so you do choose to pass out on.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/20/2010 11:29:00 AM
Greetings Dr. Gonzo: I really DIG this poem. I really got a kick out of the the line "id rather have a pizza box for a pillow, than a reality show pillbox for a brain". That is sooo true...Bravo!!! Respecfully: Sheol
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