Just a joke
Jester on a hook, feed me to the fishes
Let their gills give me new oxygen
Under water is more bliss than yesterday
At least now I can die in silence
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Smack your lips
Giving them reasons, giving me reasons
Always missing my alarm clock
Earlier to bed, longer till rise
Let me give you something good
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I'm not me
I'm not him, not her type
Not my own cup of piss
Load the chamber with my perforating esteem
Smoke from the barrel calms more than cigarettes
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: December 24th, 2016 23:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Different kind of poem style than usual, but I like it
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Comments1
yes this is a bit diff. I love that last line it's a killer! ww
Thank ya, felt like changing it up a bit
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