NOTE TO SELF

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    NOTE TO SELF

    GOODMORNING TO MYSELF TO MYSELF I SAY.
    "HOW ARE YOU DOING?"I ANSWER OK.
    WE IS US AND US IS YOU,THEM IS WE, SHIT WHO KNEW?
    OPERATE WITH NO LISCENSE ON HER KNEES SHE BEGS.
    VIRGIN AT HEART AS SHE SPREADS HER LEGS.
    I BENT A SPOON IN A CROWED ROOM.
    NOONE NOTICED THEY WERE TO CONSUMED, IN INDULDGING
    ON FOOD THAT ONLY SHE BOUGHT.
    THE DEALS AN EASY STEAL, KINDA LIKE YOUR LAST MEAL!
    STUCK IN A WORLD THAT ONLY I LIVE IN.
    YOU CALL IT LOVE I CALL IT LIVING IN SIN.
    USED TO BE GOOD, KNEW THE GAME WELL.
    WHY THROW AWAY WHAT YOU CAN SELL.



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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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