Freely,
I give you my bitter.
That
which I've cultivated for many more years than you've walked the Earth, and
if it's too rich a blend for your tender palate, I
. . .
well,
. . .
part of me wishes to apologize, but f*ck that!
I
give you my bitter,
sharing with you the same thing I give to all strangers with the audacity to look for handouts when need is not a necessity
when
their cares are so clearly met that they
have the ability to waste
hours and hours of life, talking to small avatars, and selling
pixels
for gold no bank will ever see.
I give you my bitter,
the dark meat of my gray matter, full of flavor the
color of black.
I give you my bitter, my
forgotten dreams of razor blades running down veins
pocket knives, riding along necks, fists,
raining like hail
upon the varied souls
the promise of prison time
and episodes of CSI,
keep alive.
Can you have anything for free?
Yes.
You just have to step within my arm's reach
to collect it.
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I have a blog I use normally and this isn't it. I figured, I'll write poetry here. I'm not going to be typing up anything I've written before. I'm just going to sit down, and let whatever flo
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