Suicide Dolls
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A tragedy of many deaths by ones own hand. Who are they and who is to blame?
Suicide Dolls
Tiss a maddening state of affairs
Why my lovers don’t gas themselves to death
Have they not the decency to assist my endeavors?
Is my future to be written in stone of no importance to them?
The public would breath and eat the words
Of all my little suicide dolls
If only, if only they would find the ovens
Yeast you have failed me in these dire moments
Let me rise above it all
With poetic verse
Sing to all my tragedies
My death and re-birth
In the gas chambers of poetic verse
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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