Coughing up bloodA Poem by S.T. GulikA good silhouette screams in the distance. No. My face is torn. Goodbye to bloated and festering time. Goodbye to seas of change. A quarter for the martyrs and the 2 penny tour. Boomday’s gone. What happened to tomorrow? Let the hungry rich devour themselves. W. Say a prayer for the patron saint of now, who ate McDonalds all day and never had a chance © 2008 S.T. Gulik |
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S.T. Gulikbirmingham, ALAboutI was born within the walls of an Irish castle on October 21, 1681. The master of the house was a mister Edmond DeSwitch who had a keen interest in the art of alchemy. Though a complete failure i.. more..Writing
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