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Swallow me whole Beat the pain from my brain Get rid of the infestation The joyless lot of indigenous malignant grotesqueries They pester me They burrow into my cerebral cortex Plant themselves and putrify my mind I want to be known as the one shattered their dreams This sting, it causes fixation It brings about agitation Can I be more than human Or am I just vegetation I want to smell the sweet pungent pithy aroma of nothingness I want to know who pulls the strings I want to know how to make it stop How to kill the music box The song it plays only rots In my brain And I need to know When will it stop How did you like this text? You have to be logged on to be able to rate and comment. Logon or Register , it won't take up more than 10 seconds of your time. Rating  Current rating is: 4 3 readers have rated this text Author's description Self-doubt Comments Lady GRITS, 26 June 2005: Oh, this is horrible to say, but this poem reminds me of some I’ve heard ’Data’ recite! Clever! But unlike Data, there is feeling in those words. ’Ode to Spot’ doesn’t have any feelings! :-) Great job! (synicism is my husband’s main job! ;-) good night, all! Scot Savage, 21 June 2005: If there’s an oscar category for synicism, you’d be a shoe-in. Ernest Muller, 20 June 2005: Very good...I am hip to the underlaying synicism in this piece. Being the Macob’ster that I am, I like it! I do...Very good! Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, 20 June 2005: ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... ding a ling, ding dong... I get what you mean... |
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