Posing As A Poet

by Missing Angel Juan   Oct 15, 2004


Eyes incandescent
Burn them alive
Feed them the mystery
That they want to hear
Bury them holy
With rock and roll riffs
Blind their discernment
With insincere lines
Rent out your soul
To wear haute couture
And own the catwalk, baby

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  • 19 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    All in all, it's almost perfection. I'd say it was perfect, but as the saying goes, nothing is perfect. So if I said you're work was perfect it'd be nothing, and that's certainly not what it is.

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