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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Biographical · #2200132
A nightmarish memory leads to romantic policy.
Crackling, I hear from deep in my
Quietness. Then people start running.
Security leaves you
alone in a crowd
when its burnt up in fire
and you're sobbing out loud.

Spackling, I hear it bubbling
and melting.
All the while I hear firemen break windows.
They're helping.
When everything that you own all goes
up in flame.
You begin to not care if no one knows
your name.

Now, there's a fire for the field
and a fire for the heart.
There's a fire that only loyalty
for one's country can impart.

There's a fire in my soul that only man
can quench.
It drives me to frustration, makes me
feel like a wench.
It gives me the words to wax
all philosophical.
It turns a love-bird to a
flesh-eating pterodactyl.

I can be a lovelorn, soft spoken
Or I can be a complete idiot
who needs to go to school.
Just because a girl acts
all sophisticated,
Doesn't mean she's not whack
when in love and aggravated!

In my home there was a real to life
village witch doctor.
He periodically disappeared his wife
when he got bored he docked her!
Everyone knew his lark, knew he
was a liar.
But no trace was ever found
of her face
Until we heard her teeth pop apart
in the fire.
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