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"Write About Me, I'm Dying of Boredom"

So I gave you wings
and sent you to South America
to talk to the animals
and question the Gods.

You fell in love (twice)
visited Satan in his neighbourhood
and got high off
her porcelain skin.

On the news, a scrawny reporter
tells the world that a lonely man
in his 20's died last night
while the angels were asleep.

I wanted to warn you
but my voice drowned in
the whites of her eyes.

The person next door
buys earplugs to block out
the screams and moans and groans
and she wants you to say
"Make love" instead of "****."

Either way, you **** her
over and over
until Pleasure herself had to come
to your door and with
exhausted eyes
demanded that you two give it a rest.

They say he died peacefully
as if drifting into a deep sleep
and he must've been dreaming
of something real good,
a secret smile stretched across
his lifeless face.

by blackfallenrose07
posted on 12/27/2016

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Tags: bored
Comments: 2

Comment by deadiam: Dec 31, 2016 12:40 pm
Loved the last two stanzas
Comment by prettyspl: Dec 28, 2016 2:51 am
That was a wonderful and interesting read. Love the word play and such a twist or so it was in my head. Smiley Great poem; I totally enjoyed it. Vote

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