Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Untitled Poem Two
Why you so hungry?
Why you eating the lies?
You think its about money?
You're in for a surprise.
Your deepest desire,
will only bring you pain.
You can't walk through the fire.
You can't wash out that stain.
I cut a pretty tragic figure,
but you're still the worst.
I watch you get bigger,
I still finish in first.
Lesser men fade.
I only get stronger.
There dues were never paid.
They can't hold out any longer.
I've reached down to the bottom,
I've looked up high.
I've started to blossom,
I'll learn to say goodbye.
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