by Jack Lashbrook
Published on: Aug 26, 2004
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Type: Poetry

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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