Poems
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Sex drugs, rock and roll
Speed weed and birth control
Life’s a bitch
Until you die
So fuck the world
And lets get high.
Life’s like a dick
When it gets hard
Fuck it.
I never thought I’d find myself
The day that I found you
Plans for only one of me
are future plans for two
soul mates in the universe that make the world surreal
for when I’d given up on dreams you showed me love is real and now that all my love for you will never cease to grow please take me in your loving arms and never let me go.
My name is Chris
I am three
My eyes are swollen
I can not see
I must be stupid
I must be bad
What else could have made
my daddy so mad
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly
Then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else I’m locked up
All day long.
When I’m awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come
home
I’ll try and be nice
So maybe I’ll just get
One whipping tonight
I just heard a car
My daddy’s back
From Chariles bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words
He says its my fault
He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more
I finally get free
And run to the door
He’s already locked it
And I start to bawl
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken
“I’m sorry!”, I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God have mercy
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay motionless
sprawled on the floor
My name is Chris
I am three
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
Love is a gamble
Kissing is the game
Boys do the neck
Girls get the blame
One night of pleasure
Nine months of pain
Two days in the hospital
with a baby to be named
Her daddy was a bastard
Her momma was a whore
wouldn’t be here
if the rubber hadn’t tore.
Don’t make love
by the gardeners gate
love is blind but
the neighbors ain’t .
Ashes Ashes
Dust to Dust
If it weren’t for girls
Guys dicks would rust.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To smoke some marijuana
Jack got high
And dropped his fly
And said hey baby do you wanna
Jill