Fearsome B*****d

After one particularlly bad morning, I made my way to the library and wrote this poem on their typewriter.

Today the world is a fearsome b*****d. too treacherous to tread, to painful to say here.

Walk backwards trough a minefield in a haze all too real.

I want to paint the world the color of some sad poem and fall like a tear onto your lips.

It's normal and sappy and beautiful,

But how you can rip me to shreds.

A heart extinguished and tattered

Please genitally breath my name again.

Author's Note

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