So this was written as a reaction to a London craigslist post aimed at me.
Rhythm, rhyme, constriction, bollocks to poetry as I suck balls at it.
But here it is anyway. I've designated this little space of the internet as my personal cyber-toilet, so here comes the big shit.
I promise I will get away from the scatological theme soon.
to tell you truth
it’s not an easy shape
sorry to say it doesn’t fit
this beautiful piece beating lip shaped red
this heart beats tetris
while the band plays…
‘tears of rage’
love is a lie
this vile basket of organs
was not meant to be mine
throw them back to beat breaking red
this heart bleeds bloodless
while the band sings…
‘tears of grief’
a heart is shared
breaks in a distant city
if i’m not there to hear
then it was not mine to break
this heart less heart
and the band sighs…
‘tears of rage,
tears of grief,
why must I always be the thief’
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