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Wednesday, November 4, 2020

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


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