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I am; I am
My father’s son I am; I am hard to repress from a distance you’ll without doubt pick me out from a multitude even before you engage me before I open my mouth to speak.
Think of It!
This poem was written in a dingy room at a sober hour, reflecting on his mother and her tragic death. The author – without a doubt was the most influential character of the twentieth century; more prominent than…
I’m Me Again
I’m Me againBirthing days are overMy tommy – almost flatWith face caked with potty.I’m still young. I’m Me againFirst, I prime my face, conceal itThen with a foundation, again I find itAs if it were lost in the…
Anger is a Starving Beast —
Anger is a starving beastHer place will forever be above youShe consumes weaknessShe feeds from defeatShe thrives when you submitShe dines on fearBitterness is a gluttonous fiendHer appetite is insatiableShe finds little nourishment in affectionShe ravishes discontentShe feasts…
Society
Society: Everyone’s beautiful Society: Don’t eat though, you don’t want to get fat Society: You don’t eat? Anorexic freak! Society: You’re a size 4? You’re supposed to be a size 0! Society: You’re an A cup? What are…
Ruins
What becomes of a failed state? Does its might like Rome become a museumadmired for the glory of its past?Or does it die of vice in the hands of scoundrelswho limits Liberty to increase their shareof the pie…