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"I know I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing."
swallowed fear sits in my gut needs plucking a moral surgery saves my insanity allows breath again fear does too much overestimated like our society or Bush's intellect it's got to go away move, relocate banished like Rushdie unnecessary like cursive I've swallowed fear and I've got no plan but I found the WMDs and I've declared war
plopped down in the middle of a pink tornado where books don't have covers anymore. and now I'm scratching without sharpened claws like a chubby kitty up the sides up some cardboard box. this place didn't seem so treacherous at first, not so cold. as if the heat's been turned off on my arrival. and I have found myself in Antarctica writing, waiting, for salvation in the form of a stranger. I've defended myself enough times could've had four million professional jobs under my belt and it's not even about that or this poem or the past anymore. I want acceptance. yes, the rebel has a cause. through the glaze, I see possibility. a shrunken cardigan trying to cover a massive chest. options must be kept open and doors can not be shut. I have found the recipe, but I may need to try new ingredients again. april 10, 2007
santy added this comment 2008-05-06 16:44:40-05:00
really nice work )))
santy added this comment 2008-05-06 16:44:40-05:00
really nice work )))