by petethelibertine
@ 2008-04-12 - 22:40:49
Creativity is lost, what more can I do,
Poetry does not flow,
How can I feel so strange?
I’ve got my false feelings,
I’ve got my false friends,
I feel alone, noone cares,
Hear the lies, hear the jeers,
The ‘faggot’ walks and talks so strange,
Clothes so obscene, so bazzare,
Change is bad, creativity wrong,
The scum gather, look the same,
An army of evil march the streets,
Purifying the city, cleaning the ‘mess’
The mess is I and little more,
Soon I will go or be gone,
Safety is limited, life dangerous,
Fuck Cork, fuck Ireland.
There must be something more.
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