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The City on the Hill Burns
Where the Snake swallows its own Tail.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Authentic Man
Fuck You!
The greeting of the authentic man.
Come drunk to my AA meetings and coach me,
I need an exit to this nihilism,
perhaps its between your legs?
You search for authentic man.
I am he. No self-esteem and hate for life.
Beaten, battered, at the bottom rock,
you can coach me from this shell?
You realized too late.
I gave my love to another.
Brown leaves and broken blooded glass,
She dances with promises of Thugs
And promises me all.
Fuck You!
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A short poem to honor a friend honoring a friend.
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