There’s an uncontrollable urge
on my part
to exacerbate any situation.
I want to push boundaries
and see hatred
in the eyes of the oppressors.
The savage reality can be blissful
but typically blows
compared to the unconventional
ideals of simplistic perfection
that are lost within
their own terrible notion of being.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 585
Impossibilities
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.