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[title] => Amnesia Sounds So Inviting
[time] => 2005-03-07 13:46:11
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[bodytext] => They should sell sadness Like sidewalk salesman Rather than hustlers Looking for a penny But all I have for them is pity And for the officers On the street corner Talking amongst each other Basking in their love For the hierarchy Maybe tonight I’ll rebel And become their king Wearing bruises like eye shadow In a city so desperate for sleep It’s like a sickness The type that tickles my gag-reflex Like the aspiring actress In her first low-budget film “If daddy used to touch me there, then why can’t everyone else?” Because we like call ourselves stars Rather than lay with our backs to the ground on a clear night Like the lovers we ought to be And never again wake in a sweat From this so-called “American dream” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 8 [informant] => diatribe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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