Many folks
wouldn't read
a poem
unless you put
a gun
to their heads.
I am that gun;
these words
are my bullets;
exactly
those people,
my target
of choice.
- mce
Monday, April 19, 2010
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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