Lighting up the room as it always is
Laughing at me and my rubber red nose
But it's fine, like a drug
All smile, all smile because of me
Zipper mouth and a 1000 yard stare
Only ever coughs up when necessary
Fish out of water, out of fucking sand
But I'm the only one I can blame
...
Cutting out the nicotine from my diet
Mirror mirror, all over the floor
Which reflection will show she's a whore?
A murder of a dictionary this is
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2017 21:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Stream of consciousness etc. blah blah
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