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By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.29.11.56.10133]] |
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it is hard to write love poems when you are unemployed weirded out worried about rent and bills and food and beyond that fighting for a solid piece of ground to stand on there is no moon out tonight there are no earth angels I am not sent and who gives a shit about Kansas City or Georgia or Alabama or California and lions don't live in the jungle they live on the veldt and "don't they know it's the end of the world?" makes me want to cut my throat and I don't feel sorry for the leader of the pack I don't dance anymore don't walk around flushed with the rush of new romance I am in a trance and there's nothing mystical about it if you want to be enlightened by a vortex flush your toilet |