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[title] => Wonder what Poe would've wrote?!?
[time] => 2004-05-15 17:04:04
[hometext] => Does food taste better without humanity? Something I wrote while job-hunting(and people watching). I also did a painting to match the mood...
[bodytext] => Motorized ferries seem to float past Islands of glass and steel and toil Anchored along the asphalt rivers Neatly carved from this planet's soil 'Midst these temples of greed and need Life's played from it's stacked deck Workaday puppets forcibly driven This game of survival has us all by the neck Terrible sad sagas of belief and hope Acted upon with fervent non-chalance No winners nor rules, at all, in this game Just the players and their indignant provenance The clock is punched, from pain of birth Every tick shows a different leaning The strings are pulled and the play begins The last curtain revealing failure's meaning That person shunned is you, beyond your petty schemes Get a job, you slob, the brain-damaged reply You might know the circumstance but not the man And always, your sameness you still deny As ever, the monuments of self are erected The abuse of man conveniently left behind Rushing headlong past care and necessity Mine, all mine: the sad thought of a POOR mind Take all that you have and put it in the pot weigh it against the wants of other souls If it's found lacking, would your deeds pay the game Will you find peace in those wish-filled holes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 46 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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