Saturday, August 27, 2011

Best Ignored.

Busted windows,
broken ass.
Sentient being?
My deepest desire is to pass...
lovers love love loving luv, loves back.
I am a polite man, excuse me, as I cross the room to equalize the gas.

Oscar Wilde said:
Better off dead.
So God does imply?
Indignant self-righteous kick for naught.
Luv loves loves and love loves loving back.
I am a polite man, excuse me, don't go weeping on my tombstone, don't cry.

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