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Poem: Faster


(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #6…)

it is never-ending
no use in pretending
those wheels keep on turning
as time keeps on burning
just spinning me around
stuck between sky and ground
go harder and harder
go faster and faster
get slammed down to floor
then ejected out the door
now move your sorry ass
you dirty piece of trash
go harder and harder
go faster and faster
your drowning in your cup
cause you just won’t keep up
your time is limited
so why do you waste ours?
go harder and harder
go faster and faster
you’re just a disaster
looking to be mastered…

STOP
enough of this shit
I give up
go to hell
..go to hell
….go to hell
……go to hell
……..go to hell
hear me yell…

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  1. […] Poem is born in the Brushing Sparks of the Confounded and Devoured like an Easter feast consumed Faster as we Ghastly reform withdraw to bed by Eight fearing this Heartless Infinity before us I the Joker […]

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