Guess I don't mean shit, yeah,
I guess- Fuck our friendship,
'cause I'm a thing of the past
and you have a hard time
of holdin' onto your head
when life starts to win
and steal all your blankets-
Ain't no fuckin' place like it!
Yeah, I thought we were cool,
but that's always how it happens,
I guess I'm not too important.
Fuck your stupid high
and how you get rid of people
from your life-
But, let's be real here,
it ain't 'people', it's just me.
You know, honestly,
we could keep workin' things out
'til the Earth wipes us all down
with fuckin' volcanoes and
cosmic disasters, yo,
but I see you couldn't care
for entertaining one more
alliance between strangers-
But we ain't fuckin' strangers.
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the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
PoetryThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
