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Green
Contributed by
aetiusesteliot
on
Friday, 24th February 2006 @ 09:34:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Faithfully you have recorded us As you had relayed it to minds as evil as ours that we fear will soon be inured You tell of our first boisterous steps which where seen to over reach In truth its known we stagger alone Reflex giggling Unthinking, whilst roaring Only Children as us are known to pretend A blank book of soft clay Freezes our foolish ways Has this chunky mess resided in our gut for a fourteen year fester? Why wait till we where seventeen, when we where no longer green. Gut rot by pampered apples
Take us by the hand The hips. The maternal wrist The patronizing shoulder And lead us down our childish days A clumsy hand has faltered It is you that has made us filthy And it is left to us to clean ourselves Was it our nostalgic movements that glazed those gladdened eyes? We are content as you put us down And we let ourselves go We sincerely do care As the scent evokes us Faithfully record us? Why not now eviscerate us?
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aetiusesteliot
... [
2006-02-24 21:34:27] (Date/Time posted on
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