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The Bug-Man,Tarantulas
Slode's new poem: Bug-man
Tarantula
Phantom motion seeking assembled characters
Catatonic semi-demonic the fervent priorities
Damned by honesty and crowned the duke of chill
Something happy
how fast a picnic can run out of stock
On the sale of the green belt on the sails of a pirate ship
A land who said i ll feed you just keep me as your friend
City slumber city
Easy A for the easy way just to not think at all
To wonder where the boundaries begin
Hope you heard that the bug man is in town
So what of electric static i got a fiberglass limousine
No comfort from the tingling pours over the karma of
where you been
The bug man has only a thing
to be a billionaire
Nothing to admire
Nothing worst that artificial intelligence bouquet
The night is mine when I find Saturday
When it was Love
Life couldn't be Less a conspiracy
Dying at the hands of control
Crying inside forever cause someone has taken your soul
More than the jackal more than the fox
They can see nature and go back only to memories when we were young
We have to fight
We have depravity
We have a mixture of the worst behaving there best
Its like no one sees anymore
They walk around like they can't find the door
It sends your head
for a spin
Its a sense of needing a guide makes it critical to survive
The one red nightmare the charm of the day
Only good thoughts make your credence spark
They promised a terror
Werewolf's sorry I only know one
Blood-thirst and dapper done
My tattered jeans wear always true
The warning and questioned purpose
Lie and free us all those to be unchained
Those to be chained,other to the end of misbelieve
Then those who can not pay
Those who just play
While others just want to be
Free from the distortion of the sloppy cheap-ass bass
Copyright ©
Greg Slode Smith
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