This came about after trying to write an emo poem, Jeff's fault. I couldn't keep it up, however, and it goes weird of its own accord. Enjoy.
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The Conversation/The Conservation
Sleeping, but inside I sense that you're awake, as your eyelids flutter.
Touching, but outside I feel that you're dying, as your breath shortens.
Slowly we await the sun, dawn of a new day, life in the gutter.
Silent, but there's a thousand things I want to say, held back by caution,
Haunted by ghosts of what passed and caused you pain I should have taken...
But I cannot bear the parasite for you, that miniature philosopher
Already forming and taking a shape unbound by stimulants real
Or imaginary, swirling like a cosmos inside our minds, joined
With the simple act of surgery. A cut, a stitch, a joint.
"Your donation to the continued survival of humanity is appreciated."
So speaks the cremater, the master of ceremonies, sluggard, my despairing of
"Overpopulation? Call in the soldiers, to hack and slay
God's natural way
Making room for more." And all for the ignorant to
Journey on. Is this really what we're doing? Is it too
Late? Nothing a coat-hanger can't solve. Doubtful, you reject. And I'm left
Where I started.
Staring out of the window
Watching the pain flow by
And wondering why the fuck I bother
When it's so easy to just
Die.
Same sort of idea, but taken in a different direction. Basically saying, leave Noodles alone, he's more alive than most of us. It's also reacting to whoever said socialists were lazy and over-relied on people. So, take that.
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I Care A Lot
Start with the narrow end, slide it in gently - no senseless violence.
Whispering to myself, we grip with one hand and carve with another
Message the unison of aggressive, to the former entropy that failed
And they called me weak, because I cared for them.
As the day goes on, the way gets wider - plenty of lubrication needed.
Whimpering, the panic grows, stimulation or mutilation? The groans start to come...
Abruptly cut off from the source, you survive best as you can, godly being
That called me weak, because I care for them.
Evening is here, all is over and it's in as far as it will go,
Sweating blood, there's not much more you can take. Will we break?
Emotions are nothing to be afraid of, it's the people that scare me
The ones who call me weak, because I still care for them.
