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jg

the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i see you
laughing as you
stick the knife in
the ones you
pretend are friends
a modern day brutus
with a room full
of ceasers
you drink the blood
from the chalice of stupidity
i'm immune to your poison
wrapped in my addictions
three days gone
yet still i count
now you are naked
dancing in the street
too fucking stupid
to hear the jeers
the kingdom knows
you arent a man
you try to cover yourself
with a cloak no longer there
sticking yourself in the process
and now i laff
for the emperor has no clothes
the kingdom sees you
for the stupid fuck
you really are
i stole your clothes
i stole your clothes
i stole your clothes
i stole your clothes
i stole your clothes
under the light of a full moon
you pompous piss boy
now who you gonna stab?
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    both powerful and angry, this poem is to the point and i like its emotion...
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    jg. (Is that a set of initials?)

    You describe a despicable person quite well. :)
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    I have a song I wrote that goes a bit along those lines.

    It's in the middle of a thread from long ago so I'll just copy and paste it here rather than dredge everything else up for no reason.


    Nine of Diamonds

    Here's the one card you can't return:
    See me deal it just for you.
    Throw it back again but you will learn:
    You get this card and then you're through.
    Nine of diamonds
    Nine of diamonds
    From the green
    and to the blue

    You saw the ethic of a sacred code
    Then tried to break the good in two.
    You have the card: you'd better pay it heed:
    You've brought the death-hounds into view.
    Nine of diamonds
    Nine of diamonds
    From the green man to the blue.

    Hadn't you better run now?
    Your face is too known to be loved.
    And wouldn't you say you've been wrong now?
    My curse writes, you'll never be saved...

    as long as you're here.....

    (instrumental break)

    Can't you just sense the change now?
    Each molecule starting to die?
    Wouldn't you say you've been wrong, now?
    The last retribution's in play.
    So, what do you say?


    NINE OF DIAMONDS FOR YOU
    NINE OF DIAMONDS FOR YOU
    NINE OF DIAMONDS FOR YOU
    NINE OF DIAMONDS FOR YOU


    (May 1998)
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