I weep.
I am alone.
I am a squished banana
Under the foot of a clown
he laughs
they laugh
at me
I weep.
Peel back my yellow layers
Reveal the soft white child inside
I am slightly mushy
Perhaps you should have eaten me sooner.
Today they forgot to give me crackers with my soup.
I think they did it on purpose.
Why should I have crackers
If nobody loves me?
I sit alone outside the library.
There is no place to sit inside.
It's always like this.
I weep.
Oh! What a cruel existance is this?
Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Perhaps I gave the wrong postal code.
Santa does not exist.
I weep.
The blood trickles down my chin
And onto my inadequately-developed chest.
The clown laughs no more.
Fin.















Comments
I was going to nag you to post some of your poetry. Your serious stuff is really good too. Could you? That would make me very happy *grins*
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To relinquish the filth
I rape myself
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
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Their joy just amplifies my pain. ---- Fatty drives the bus; great movie.
Anybody want some nice art to hang on their wall? I have some cool traditional scenery and
some experimental prints. [link]
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A cynic only sees beauty in the beautiful
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
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To relinquish the filth
I rape myself
I am never alone
I have become a cat’s pincushion
His chest
It roars
In frenzied lust
For me
I weep
Yank off the rough cotton layers
Reveal the soft white cloud inside
Cloud of my weakness
You tear me apart
Today they refused to give me sexual massage
With my bubble tea
I think they did it because I offered it for free
And I am not lovable
I weep
I did not receive my shipment
From realdolls.uk
Perhaps I should have written a cover letter?
The Easter bunny stole my handbag.
I weep.
Saliva caresses my acne-scarred chin
And lubricates my lamenting script
And feline tears.
The cat purrs no more.
Fin.
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To relinquish the filth
I rape myself
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