Rich People

Rich People

A Poem by Jerusalem Cricket
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Creepy-crawling in the rich houses

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dirty girl. god beast.


I think Life's amazing
& I hate everything

at the same time.

I live in a state of mind.

this is
pure opiate
self loathing.

cloven toed beast thing
clothed in the evening
jovially feasting
on the seedling souls &
the gold seeping thru
holes in the ceiling

cold concrete beings
with a billion eyes
that could kill em all
with the things they seen.

I can't 'just believe.'

There's way too much
wrong with me.

© 2015 Jerusalem Cricket


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