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THE BINGE
Date: Thursday, 3rd May 2012 @ 09:46:59 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: geno81
Zzzzz..dosing in and out/ this road I chose got patrol on the route/ shhhhh.. quite your steps or fine tune it/ it's no surprise who decides which of us dies human/ stop with the riddles and pen the truth/ keep them in suspense so the tensions on loop/..bzzzzztt!!!!....... told em not to play with the buttons "jerk!/ quick to bag food from the guy busy tucking his shirt/..... if it works don't fix nothing bout it/ swore it wasn't me when asked " who ***** in side the water fountain??/. HAGS!!....they barely spark a fizzle/ but quick to whistle "foul" on a game point issue/ TRASH!!...they fit snuggly in-between the waste/ with pizza box cheese and napkins to clean the face/ stomp like a giant on smurfs for small chuckles./ and sprawl them each out on the yard with lawn puddles/ "shucks!!... what's with all the humbug fuss? / the stentch of raw fear's like a snuff films musk/ yuk faced muts strut off with tucked pig tails/ slumped on the rail from the fifth pale of mixed ale/..... when all else fails inhale this pale cloud in/ or sniff a thick line till your snouts cringe/... THE BINGE


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