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[title] => Drug (Through Mud)
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[bodytext] => Kiss me now, Death! I swear I have tasted Your foul breath And still I wander around freely I swear, it seems to me You ought to oppose people like me I"t makes me wonder If you really see Me Though I hold no surprise As I shove you your eyes And ponder what you Actually realize I could show you A hundred houses Growing illegal flowers Now that I'm re-new But I won't, you know I know you know why Because I am not Such A nice guy Some days In these days These days They make me sick I talk sometimes To avoid the waste But remember a measure When I see your face Because your face Makes me sick Yes, your face makes me sick Sitting on my haunches Despite my inner voice I have to attempt making sense This is not my choice. A slave to my mind I have tried to find A rhyme to the reason On the laurels of the divine Who has ever been divine? A slave to your inactions At some time Sometimes, though You follow my reactions Who has never followed? And then I am your master I am always your master I don't want to be, but You're intent on disaster I have dipped my tongue In that same horrid taste Not tasting so horrid At the right time and place I don't make you But I can break you You can feign me friendship But I can shake you Buy what you're sold. Buy what you're told. Try to buy Your goddamn soul Back. -umph- this mess. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xnoybis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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