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Devil Salesperson and His Last Scream

By VocoKool

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Pissed workhorse to my death,     SICK and so TIRED from breathing fire authority, In the pained game of sell those things we lose touch with real, Make this do that and let me screw you hard!   Eyes black and draping.....sad To the bone and through the bone, It is to much, Quit you say....povertize? Is it a lose of all belief that has done this?   Strong mad crazy fuck I gain power daily to move, Family values if you will...we serve them on golden dishes,   Afraid I go back and ask for more, And behind you, hearing a soft tingled whisper...help! Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 10:41 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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