Friday, March 30, 2012

defacing the soul of poetry

we love piddling our angst
on white washed walls
we dig our nose
we love scratching our balls
our armpits the stench
of open gutter in crowded trains
sanity we love to assault
we are born hypocrites
in others we love to find faults
we love to break rules
fuck the traffic signal
of life over speeding
we dont halt
drink drive kill
on fresh wounds
we sprinkle salt

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