Silver Tongue, White Devil

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A Ploy to Lose Potential Friends or: Seriously I am a Mess, Avoid Me or: I Should Ask my Mother for Advice More or: How Many Fucking Titles Does One Shitty Poem Need?

Everything they took they needed
Everything you gave was excess
You’re just pissed cause you got stung
Hold no grudge, bite no tongue
Don’t think with your head, heart, or cock
Think with your lungs

Breathe, breathe, breathe
Breath, breath, breath 
Repeat until death
Avoid anyone that can be labeled a mess 

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random poem that came out of a conversation with my mom when I was drinking.
Just felt like posting something. 

Posted on Sunday, January 30 2011. Tagged with: creative writingpoetrylungsbody partsrelationshipsmess
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