Topic: Drunken Rampage 2 | |
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Poem By: Raymond Bundotich
Drunken Rampage 2 Hi? Is anybody home? I’m looking for Me we’ve been married so long but I’ve never seen him I think it’s about time I faced the truth when Love finds loneliness Family become friends, Friends become strangers, Strangers become enemies, Enemies become my favourite scene innocent kids, stupid cute little things I stare at this black canvas masterpiece so little words very big words if only man was assembled so honest without a shell to hide our foolish selves bitter truths written on our chubby cheeks look at your silly selves laughing at the silly man standing inside your mirror while standing in front of it, looking in honest men never were, honest men never will be I’m sorry, man above it’s just me rebelling, not trying to be the bigger man breaking a habit of cheats, speaking my mind it isn’t that I’m not pitiful NO! If there was a tear for my every tear filled thought of you I’d be god in mars light up little friends, it’s just me looking into my silly mind sitting here with love but with no Love my love finds loneliness, pictures become scenes have you had the pleasure? of seeing a mad man drowning in mud with a smile like you’ve never seen indulge me and paint a picture, paint a portrait of me if you aren’t with me this far I know it’s impolite for a host to starve guests but sometimes cruelty is the easiest answer just put it down, have sleep or whatever else pawns do watch as gods are made pride stings, try choking on lemons let me know how it goes there goes the rest of sleeping bunch in their sinks with glasses and knives in their hands pride like a lions, isn’t a lion king it’s knowing when to fight and when to act deaf geeks, not TV geeks! Geeks from when dictionaries’ existed It’s not a smile I wear, so don’t be so glad I know you knowledge beats wisdom, it’s the 21st century but mind beats knowledge, paint that scene. |
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There's no perfect man but a man that accepts his faults and tries to fix the cracks on the walls is the closest we'll ever get to perfection.
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And I thought women were complicated!!...Excellent write...
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thanks love
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