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Post by roxxstar on Feb 27, 2009 7:52:14 GMT -6
Pain scrapes at my anus with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel
Alone I suffer
Squeeze, squeeze for the souls of children left behind
To drown in a cruel bath of shame
Freedom is but a dream
Alas, pain has ceased
Waves of euphoria
Only memories and leftover poo
Wipe
Wipe away the evil
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Post by poncho72 on Feb 27, 2009 8:23:30 GMT -6
beautiful!
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Post by lpcalihawk on Feb 27, 2009 9:29:42 GMT -6
Tear rolls down my cheek
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Post by Saggitariutt Jefferspin (ith) on Feb 27, 2009 11:28:35 GMT -6
Pain scrapes at my anus with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel Alone I suffer Nice. Did you happen to write this after a night of wings and cold brew? |
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Post by twinegarden on Feb 27, 2009 11:34:39 GMT -6
That was amazing, bravo, Jesus, bravo!
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Post by roxxstar on Feb 27, 2009 12:00:19 GMT -6
Pain scrapes at my anus with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel Alone I suffer Nice. Did you happen to write this after a night of wings and cold brew? I'm not sure of the circumstances surrounding the conception of the poem. I would have forgotten that I even wrote it if you wouldn't have emailed it to me Wednesday. The date of the poem was 3/9/07 at 6:00 pm. So, at that time I would have been an hour away from getting off work on a Friday night. My guess was I just bored. Not to toot my own horn or nothing, but when you forwarded that to me this morning I laughed my ass off. They say everyone has at least one moment of genius in their lifetime. One moment when the stars align and you can achieve greatness. This.............was that moment for me. |
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Post by Saggitariutt Jefferspin (ith) on Feb 27, 2009 12:49:47 GMT -6
Nice. Did you happen to write this after a night of wings and cold brew? I'm not sure of the circumstances surrounding the conception of the poem. I would have forgotten that I even wrote it if you wouldn't have emailed it to me Wednesday. The date of the poem was 3/9/07 at 6:00 pm. So, at that time I would have been an hour away from getting off work on a Friday night. My guess was I just bored. Not to toot my own horn or nothing, but when you forwarded that to me this morning I laughed my ass off. They say everyone has at least one moment of genius in their lifetime. One moment when the stars align and you can achieve greatness. This.............was that moment for me. I love holding on to e-mails like this and resending/rehashing them years later. I have a few from 4-5 years ago that I break out with my co-workers and friends. |
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Post by Master Blaster on Mar 1, 2009 12:14:55 GMT -6
Not bad.
Here is one:
Here I sit all broken hearted
Tried to shit but only farted.
Ah, bathroom wall wisdom.
BTW weel done Jesus.
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