"Hitching Ghost"
""I've got my thumb out but I keep on walking.
Nothing more to say but I keep I talking.
I'm not showing anything but they keep on gawking.
Feel paralyzed like Stephen Hawking.
Why are they staring? Blaring a daring mix of dubstep and metal.
It's mental, the potential energy that could come crashing down.
Cascading into a vacating crowd of modern clowns.
Plastering people into bits the shape of flower pedals.""
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PoetryFirst time Poems by our newest Pubbers. Our second Edition.
