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RC EDRINGTON
Pills they won't get me high or at minimum numb this cup full of tiny neon lit bulbs but the tit challenged nurse assures me these pills offer life where once there was none & of course I can't have another swig of methadone to wash the fuckers down Shit I hide the fact I write the way I once hid my track marks beneath long flannel shirt sleeves years before grunge music sucked the tit of punk rock it's not that I regret anything I've ever done I just don't want my stuff blended in with all you lame fucks that should regret what you do bukowski said "write what you know" & after dozing thru a few incestual open mic poetry circle jerks it's obvious you fucks know little so I don't blame the American public for not buying this poetry shit I blame you for wiping your pimpled ass in there face RC Edrington's poetry can be found at http://www.spentmeat.com/edrington.html His poetry site is at: http://spentmeat.com |
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