polliloquy 2

By | 1 April 2010

well here i am in the, wars again,
is it true only the dead can help you;
or hurt, their hands, dirty & scratching,
i battle through a martyr myself, a blackwidow too
they say, at least you were spared,
the freezer not like max, the poor fickle bastard
watch your language poll your anger,- imagine most ts,
silent, each, h, dropped.
every th become a f or a v.
you went to earth with love, again unlike some
unlike a lot that do it to themselves
it was the only way,
to kill the cabbage in your head,
i nearly said flower but flowers too romantic.

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