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Putrid Waste

You cowered away; Just enough days, To avoid certain death; Maybe. But while your absence, Indeed, Properly pacified me; Bet you never guessed, When your unlucky day would be! The water’s scalding, As you’re showered, With vicious fists; You lonely coward! Onlookers; Whose normal views of violence are appalling, Raised from their chairs, With smiling stares, Burst into laughter and applauding. Battered. Beaten to a Pulp. Blood clot; Fused with snot. Such a Savory gulp. The last thing you taste, Putrid waste. Lights out. Black out. Pass out. You fall right there; And no one cares. JS Lambert

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/7/2011 9:39:00 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup JS. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. Enter and enjoy some of the contests and I wish you the best in them. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/7/2011 9:29:00 AM
I don't know why but I saw the title and thought Washington. Descriptive write. Vince
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Date: 3/6/2011 8:18:00 PM
This is so sad, Joseph. Sometimes when we think no one cares, we're wrong. You will make many friends here on Poetry Soup and it can be a very supportive community. Very moving poem. Wish I could give you a hug to make you feel appreciated. Love, Carolyn
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