found you thru someone else's posthyruspoetrySeptember 29 2005, 18:04:41 UTC
i like your poem actually. i wrote something you might like a while back.
Left Behind
your absence is welcome like the mat outside my door i want to wipe my dirty feet directly upon your stupid face for calling me a whore go ahead and live your life in denial lacking truth i want to rip off your fucking head and spit down your turkey neck for being so fucking rude keep throwing around your wasted cash for every frivolous thing you see i want to punch you in your gelatinous gut and make you eat your own throw-up for making me so fucking unhappy you will get older and you'll start missing me and you'll come a knocking at my door to find i don't live there anymore and like the mat your fucking fat ass is standing on you'll be left behind replaced by something new i'll have already thrown you out i've forgotten all about you and then maybe you'll get it you are no longer welcome here
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I mean, in every way. The imagery is grotesque, there's no mind for rhythm and meter, and the thought behind it is silly and juvenile.
But, you do have Levi's 505's listed as an interest, so I can't really judge.
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Left Behind
your absence is welcome
like the mat outside my door
i want to wipe my dirty feet
directly upon your stupid face
for calling me a whore
go ahead and live your life
in denial lacking truth
i want to rip off your fucking head
and spit down your turkey neck
for being so fucking rude
keep throwing around your wasted cash
for every frivolous thing you see
i want to punch you in your gelatinous gut
and make you eat your own throw-up
for making me so fucking unhappy
you will get older
and you'll start missing me
and you'll come a knocking at my door
to find i don't live there anymore
and like the mat your fucking fat ass is standing on
you'll be left behind
replaced by something new
i'll have already thrown you out
i've forgotten all about you
and then maybe you'll get it
you are no longer welcome here
-Joti Whited
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