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Cocktails II
by Sam Roberts
Its a town numb and wordless
from cocktails of husbands and wives
To deformed children, urinated on in disgust
It disgusts me,
this concoction of neglect
Children crash into a river, damaged goods swim death sea
Your drowning cocktail umbrella is placed, then dumped on the side
Used for parents,
your parents, sucking off the cordial remains
And how pleasant it seems for you
Their teeth grinding on this wooden stick,
Mincing your brain,
I bet you wish you dead?
Youre just a root from hell,
And around your tongue, bloodthirsty lips have been stapled together
Youre just a root from hell,
Winding insanity around your finger
01/03/2004
Author's Note: I don't think this is explicit..but I did it anyway incase it offends. I'm waiting for someone to comments and say "why is this explicit material". Haha, just so I don't get told off!!! I don't think I have it in me to produce something really disgusting.
The idea is simple, incest in this town is quite ridiculous.
It makes me feel quite sad.
Posted on 01/03/2004
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/03/04 at 08:13 PM This is a powerful remix. The images are just as potent in #1, but the form may make them a tad bit more harsh in #2. Great read. |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 01/05/04 at 09:20 AM this is really powerful and the words are a great depiction of squalor and disgust.."root from hell" is a very creative line. |
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