poem 3

by dog e relaford

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everybody says they are lonely but if you go for a walk and walk up to people and try to talk they react in terrified shock as if you threw at them a rock i suspect what people really want is to be beautiful, famous, and rich they have a terrible itch to treat the human race as their bitch who are worse, men or women? it is really hard to say which i just can’t seem to find my niche so i reach the end of my trail and turn around without fail back to my existence as if into a howling gale the world is a drop of water running down an empty glass hell gets hotter and hotter and the devil puts his foot on the gas next poem