Drowning in little pockets of sweat
Breathing to the pace of the locomotive
Come split me, beautiful train
Take away my pumping little heart
And all it's black little liquid
...
...
I'm not poor, only fishnet pockets
Slipping away in my greed
Find me in the wealth of common west
And I'll morph my little hooker face
Into a shape to appease you
Wealth pays for sinful retribution
Didn't you listen in Sunday school?
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The big Marshall is marching into town square
Jailing vagrants and kiddies
Little baggie, unwanted advance
Major problem, teasing slap
But we can ignore the 20 minutes of action,
Just as long as they fuel our colored division
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Smog cover you and your infant
Mother nature homicide?
Dare you desecrate our leaders?
Off with your head and studies!
Washington D.C blacklisted
See that on your dinner table
...
Pumping my little heart
I can't stop crying
I can't stop seeing
Little black fountain
Please
Don't let me
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2017 21:39
- Comment from author about the poem: A stream of conscious/freestyle of just different things. Had writers block so I talked about a few little things, although we'll see where this goes
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Comments1
I read this, and I find it captivating to be honest, I like it I would like to read more, I get it, nothing we aint feeling over this way, across the pond and all that bolloks. lol x
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