Where’s Your Voice?

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  • GonzoHunter
  • I became insane, with rare intervals of horrible sanity

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Come and chat with me

Where’s Your Voice?

Good sir or madam

Come and chat with me.

Let’s talk about war and works

And that which fails.

Can you read brail?

Let’s talk about love or death or even meth,

I’ll even speak of that which is not said aloud.

Napoleon only slept for four hours

Yesterday I delivered some flowers

Today someone will score some yay

And tomorrow well, come what may.

May, my birthday is in May.

May I ask what is your day?

Come on now don’t be gay.

Speak of the unsolved mystery

The conspiracy in our history.

So did you get the memo?

This isn’t Office Space.

Although that was mellow,

And sticky notes are yellow.

Just show me your face.

I call onto thee

I’ll pour you some tea

Just come and chat with me. 

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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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