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Prostitute my thoughts,
Put them on your dinner plate.
Sell them off in separate lots.
Open my mind and leave it to fate.
Empty out the dark and the light.
Say it all out loud.
Don’t discriminate wrong from right.
Every belief and bigotry allowed.
Every childish, naïve notion.
(Climb beyond the well-known hills.)
Fill each line with mock emotion.
Immortalize your petty ills.
Have a drink. Pop a pill.
Elucidate something deeply trivial.
Find something precious to kill.
Say you can’t but I know you will.
Find something precious to kill!
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melanie mae | Aug 26th, 2004
well done '
clap*clap*clap
hello Dipti Thakur | Aug 27th, 2004
i appreciate your poem, it's got deepth and feelings to it, keep writing....
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