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Post by misterpoet on Aug 4, 2006 9:46:21 GMT -5
i sit. though i'm not tired, i have nothing better to do.
i get a pen, and my journal. i'm going to write a poem. it'll be good.
i clear my thoughts. i don't want today to intrude. and i think of things...
intriguing and controversy, but that doesn't seem to fit into tomorrow's society.
so i ponder some more and realize... i really don't give a fuck.
and i start writing.
[...]
i write some notes to introduce into my poem... a scrap piece of idea's to form and to fold.
and then i think. and curl it up, and as i'm about to throw it away
i think...
let people misunderstand there full of brains, they see in vain, let them be smart and accurate and bring forth the "truth" for all society.
and I pause. and quickly fill my page up with my poem.
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