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10 needles 1 shot (because you need it is why)
by Johnny CrimsonWe suck spinal fluid from the earth
and dream of better days
In the asphalt i hear screams of those long gone
In the ways we used to live
When gas masks were not required
and Love was an airborne Disease
Measels Mumps Typhoid and I
all live in Smallpox city
I remember when AIDS was an epidemic and now were just friends.
We pray to strap-ons, and dildos our gods
Billy said Condom once and was never seen again
Protect the perverted and convert the innnocent
I've got so many Fucks in the bag
The hash marks on my bed post are bleeding through the wall
04/12/2007 Posted on 04/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/07 at 03:30 AM You know, this reminds me of a book that I believe was called Frank's World, or something to that effect. I liked that book, and I like this poem as well. Nice, ugly stuff. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/14/07 at 04:49 AM While I'm not sure I 100% agree with this, you've definitely made some valid and well worded points. Poignant. |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/13/07 at 06:06 AM i missed this one, i'm not sure why. glad i found it. i love how you give it your all, or at least make it seem that way. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 08/23/07 at 01:05 PM this is a wonderful montage of words, images and brutal sentiment... nice work |
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