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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2259931
A poem about the cruel expressions of our kind

Dud
by Keaton Foster

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Dud
Weapons
Slugs
Wordless
Expressions
Methodically
Neglected
Maniacally
Selected
Damage
Thus
Calculated
Mathematical
The malaise
Guided
Each phrase
Inert
Thoughtless
Absurd
Explosively
Explosive
Redundantly
Retardant
Life
Thus death
Indifferent
Living
Dying
Doing time
A prison
Enshrined
My mind
First
Last
Matters not
Unknown
Unexposed
Blind
Vision
Indeed
Wisdom
Askew
Whimsical
Ideas
Killing
The killer
Be kind
An end
Maligned
Words
Definitions
Weapons
Finite
The stagnation
Steeples
Taller
Before
Shorter
No more
Monumental
Deities
As one
Raised
To ashes
Dust
Thus
Rot
Decay
Wicked is
Wicked does
Uninviting
Not belonging
Resoundingly
Ironic
Few speak
Either hear
Understandingly
Quite clear
Emphatically
Morose
Action
Relevance
Preponderance
Positioned
A placed
Perspective
King
Fools
Be true
Center mass
Gravity
Quite rude
Carnage
Be done
Obliteration
Dud…



Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2021

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