PUKE

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    PUKE

    Sunshine on my shoulder makes me nautious.
    Mud on my face makes me smile.
    Pick a poison flower but be cautious.
    No blood on my hands in a while.
    Glass filled cupcakes and poison candy.
    Sour milk and coffee brandy.
    Blood worms and ticks chew you apart.
    The blackest cancer lives in your heart.
    Can you breath? Can you see? No? Thats good.
    Now you can die like you know you should.
    Death taste good dont it?
    If you did'nt want it you should'nt have shown it.
    Eating garbage and drinking dirty water.
    Nothing is clean it's all ment to slauter.
    Beat the blood out of the skin.
    You'll always be a looser your never gonna win.
    Cut up your dreams and burn your hope.
    Drink away your liver and prepare the rope.
    Make sure the knot is really tight.
    You don't want your life to put up a fight.
    Lay here and quiver and think a bit first..
    O.K. you've confirmed your life is the worst.
    Now go ahead and put it all to an end.
    Thank you death your my one true best friend.

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    Vincent commented on PUKE

    12-26-2008

    I gave this poem a 10, WHY??? for one it was good, two it tackles a subject that people can't handle, (death) Three it was very creative, (pat yourself on the back for me). Smiles

    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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