Short Dishrag Poems

I'm afraid
no one loves me
its your fault
let me live with your parents
while you finish school
I can bend their minds
I'm afraid
no one loves me
I went a little crazy
my mother was a dishrag
my father loved the women
now I'm the victim

Oh you're sweet
your long brown hair
and liquid eyes darker with the pot smoke
you needed a cause for rebellion here I am
I can bend your mind
and you'll believe I'm the one
until I'm done...

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I'm not your tearstained dishrag. 
Will you end your suicide note with a hashtag? 
Just lock me in the metaphysical gulag. 
The real world's too much a drag 
for a fag. 

I am not digestible. 
I am a hunk of pyrite lodged in the 
jejunum of bureaucracy. 

I am a precious and coveted 
artifact hidden at the bottom 
of a recycling bin, underneath 
empty milk gallon bottles. 
Their pungent swill is a grimy 
filter for my blind beauty....

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