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[sid] => 20882
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => rubbernecking
[time] => 2003-07-24 07:05:00
[hometext] => not a poem. just a furious rant. this one is for the jerk offs who rubberneck at a car wrecks. and all other inconsistent death voyeurs.
[bodytext] => come on in and watch me bleed my wrists are open all for you yeah, i know you wanna look like a car wreck so sick, but you just can't help yourself you stare in fascination as i drip to death would it be such a turn-on if i were dying some other way? i just don't get it, you're so inconsistent what if i had AIDS would you all line up beside my bed and stare at the sores, oozing on my head what if i had MS no, no, no, Nothing cool about that is there? but, when they show the tapes of 9/11 you glaze, spellbound, as thousands of tapers are snuffed but, you won't admit your pleasure won't admit that, somewhere deep down, you love it you know you do, don't lie to me and what about dear old dad decaying in a hospital, being eaten alive by cancer do you sneak peeks at him biting your lip in anticipation hoping to hear a death rattle praying that he'll flatline before Sex & the City comes on then there's granny nothing special just slowly rotting in the nursing home do you sit with her, pretend to watch the news with her but, instead, stare out of the corner of your eye wondering what she'll look like in her coffin do you breathe deep when you hug her trying to catch a whiff of the death that is surely getting near and when she finally croaks do you curse the old bat for kicking off while you weren't there i'm almost out of blood but i've got one more question what about when it's your turn? will you begrudge others their money shot what about when it's you and your family twisted and mauled in that car how will you feel when your daughter is thrown through the windshield and traffic backs up for miles as everyone else creeps by rubbernecking drooling as they watch your whole ***** world fall apart will you use your last ounce of strength to flip them off or will you put on a show will you reach into the gaping cavity that used to be your wife's chest and yank out her heart waving at the crowd as you take a bite what are you gonna do? i hope the next time you rubberneck at an accident you wreck and ***** die i'll wave as i creep by, ***hole [comments] => 5 [counter] => 273 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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