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| Open Poetry #6 |
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Nothing Of A Man |
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LenMcC1 Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 68 |
Nothing Of A Man I am freezing uncontrollably As my sister sings a lullaby To a turtle necked priest With locks of gold Floating on down The lake of charms Waiting for a saint To carry his soul Through Satan’s lair On his way down to the core I’ve got a feeling That my sister is still singing While a Harper Lee character Is floating in the sun And a Southern Gentleman Is wasting away And nothing is more appealing Than a closet full Of drag junkies Thinking of a way To invade the mind of an undetermined Society of Aristocrats and Newspaper men I think I agree With a choice to be free Even though my incestuous sister still sings A lullaby of Thomas Jones poem |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
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This was a nice poem... I didn't quite understand it, but it was nice!  "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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