Blue Clouds, White Sky, Black lightning, Yellow night, Years of practice Teaching us The backwards way: Piss away Our final hours Wallowing in our Well-Developed Self-Pity. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 03:54 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Blue Clouds,..."
Author:holdingupthelamppost
Source:AllPoetry
"Blue Clouds,..." by holdingupthelamppost
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"Don't tell me that you trust me; I don't have a trusting face. Don't tell me you believe in me; I'll never win this race. I know it, You know It, I don't have a chance, And neither do you, So quit yo..."
"Oh, I'm sorry... I don't conform to your Perfect vision of idealism? Oh, man...WHAT was I thinking? I had that whole thought all to myself this morning... I'm such a pig! I can't believe I thought t..."
"Yes, thank you. Shut up. We really don't need to hear it. If everybody has a voice, And something important to say, Then may your God raise his hand, And wave his finger defiantly, Removing the filth..."
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