Swear Words as Poetic Thought
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Me my thoughts
My hopes my failures
My extended life
Suspended in mid air
Dangerously
Blowing winds
From the north come and scare
That I stoically bear
Soullessness
Polyestered
Wash and wear
Jawlocked
Wordlessly
In a snare
they do
who dare
hard drive
overdriven
beyond external repair
spoil the rod
child don’t spare
those critics bound
by plastered posteriors
to their armchairs
religiosity corrupted
in lifes mela
of an ongoing fair
dreams of disillusionment
fucked nightmares.
Yes my poetry is human
Unlike you it swears
