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Get over yourself
by Richard ColinsonPlease transcend your limitations
You are holding us all back
Clinging to an echo of
Something that rightfully expired
In your childhood
(You don't even remember it properly)
Get a grip on yourself
I really don't want to watch
It is like you are sucking on
The fluid that surrounds
Corpses of bad memories
Dead rat water
From a blackened teat
10/11/2010 Author's Note: Not the first sinister poem in the second person I have written and surely not the last. This piece reminds of Radiohead lyrics.
Posted on 10/11/2010
Copyright © 2025 Richard Colinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/11/10 at 10:21 PM You pull off sinister with ease. Glad to hear this won't be the last! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/12/10 at 04:49 AM Some people just represent that kind of garishly pitiful regression, backwater and backhanded, they grasp with a sieve-like personality, nothing retained but the futility of trying, the only kind of consistency they practice... |
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