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A fragile bullet,
aim for the head.
Twist torso for drama,
and laugh at the dead.
                               hahaha  ha
NOT a emergency but
NOT a drill
life like a drug
in a sugar-dipped pill.
                                Growing in sub-cultures,
                                trash of the brain.
                                A paperbag suit
                                sadly rots in the rain.
(The only certainties being death and taxes,
I think I'll be a mortician.)
(Tax accountants are too boring.)
©2006-2010 ~Goandabam
:icongoandabam:

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It's sort of a commentary on how humanity has become desensitized towards violence and drug use/this was sort f just random/I never rhyme, so it's not very good, kids.

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Growing in sub-cultures,
trash of the brain.
A paperbag suit
sadly rots in the rain. - very powerful lines I like it. *runs to go look at your other works..*

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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
:icongoandabam:
Aww thanks darling!
:iconrandomstarting:
i might as well dishout a fave for some kickass poetry.

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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.

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