Spilth

Spilth

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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Never forget those gone and never known!

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A b*****d born to people of despair and heart,
Fellows glide to stare and smoke stewing filth,
Woman titter and gossip at this lonely creature,
How fitting that all are the same under every spilth.

Take sides now teams as answers beg to be explored,
Very agile those robes when leaving toilets ajar,
For they are here now my princes and ignore him so,
You shall pay in blood and pus mark my words from afar.

Serpents hurry along to smell of vomit curdling in sun,
Which house to send it, either work or the holy grave,
It should bears no sword to slash away at the idiots,
Be brave now little one as your grounds we will pave.

Prayers heard by four walls and no other swell,
Whimpers of the paid ladies echo in discussed insult,
Fever grips the minds of youth now knowing the outcome,
Funny times we live in the whole world one big cult!

© 2017 Thomas Fitzgerald



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Nia
Definitely a view that a lot of us share. nicely written!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you.
Whoa... Vomit curdling in sun, rhyming slant of mastery, just one big cult... Hah... A smashing, almost dirty poem... Prayers held by four walls... A very strongly penned...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you.
Silente

2 Weeks Ago

My pleasure
Whoa! A fitting attack on the big money clans and political cults that walk and act like serpents. Personal attacks and insults do control the political discourse now where mad men and women seek power and divisions. Nationalism is very harmful unlike patriotism which is good. An excellent one, sir Thomas...

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you.
Sami Khalil

2 Weeks Ago

You are welcome.
This speaks to me of the cult of FB and Twitter and such and how quick gossip now spreads worldwide - no more hemmed in by the walls of the pub or the corner shop or the post office - and how quickly it has came about, this irreversible change in humanity.
Love the word choice and the drama of this one Thomas -especially 'Spilth'
More power to your pen mo chara.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you.
damn friend...you have spilled your guts it seems ;)) the world sure seems that way at times ..the complexities overwhelm and events can undo what precious little we think to understand ... the darkness and imagery is well suited for coming Halloween
E.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you x

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Added on October 27, 2017
Last Updated on October 27, 2017
Tags: Birth, Bastard, Youth, Spilth, Fever, Medical, Horror.

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Thomas Fitzgerald
Thomas Fitzgerald

Wexford, Leinster, Ireland



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