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I'm a poetry feind
Black and blue dope in this thing
Take the pen to vein poke it in
And invoke me a dream
The poisen in me friends me
Passionate rage, a blackening phase
Resulting in a splash on a page
And fine lines of letters
Stanzas striken on by
Sinking my q's dotting my t's
Crossing my eyes
I've been looking too hard for the
Perfect words to come to me
Some, to me, are just stupid
Like resume
No not resume...
Resume
Like the thing you show up with
To a job interview
Who the hells idea was it
To grant that e an A's sound?
What a useless bottle of cheap stinking chip oil
That person immersed in perfect
Jerking of words was
Nothing but airy diction in a dictionary to me
Imagine if an 8 year old candidate
Cast for a position
At an interview had been asked
At half past what he had come with?
With the only self-taught and
Optional reply of "an attached resuume"
Its just more hope lost ever so blindly
But anyhow, I like poetry
What about you?

-LqM