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Internal Combustion

the meaning of the words
covers up the tune they lie in
but not to those few
who don't understand artistic language
you know who you are -
you're sleeping in class
and blaming your teacher
when you fal
at the end of the semester.
it's quite pathetic, really.
we spend the first part of our lives
believing we're the best -
we think we're God.
and then you do something
that you think is good
and it eventually blows up
in your face.

27 May 07

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L8 'Fail' ?

I really enjoyed the language of this poem although there seems to be no discenible rhythmn to it.

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