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My Boy
Contributed by
screwge
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Wednesday, 6th August 2008 @ 03:57:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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He detects motive ulterior
To drop into Christian Dior.
On the cash register, he sees the rubbish,
Which has attained its merit.
He reaches out a finger stubbish
To the keypad -- to touch the celebrity.
The numbers are easy and segmented,
Like a drowsy alarm clock.
Lines today, rigid lines, but no curves
In stock.
He never believed in a roundish Santa Claus;
A ruse that fell so flat it was translucent,
And he early-on-scoffed at frivolous laws --
The pot for green dollar and red cent.
He writhed in Halloween,
Leery of everything phony,
And a disdain for costumes
Kept his face visibly stony.
And he can sniff out a knock-off purse.
Blood diamonds should be displayed in a hearse.
And he can hear the patent rustle of fur.
He smiles at fools victim to the allure.
In the bags from Neiman Marcus,
He detects the weight of carcass.
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Re: My Boy
(User Rating: 1 )
by akakin on
Tuesday, 19th August 2008 @ 01:33:53 PM AEST
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i love it...
i could read it over and over...
gud write |
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