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Franko

Contributed by franko on Saturday, 22nd October 2005 @ 04:28:04 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



I've walked through your town
seeing your dead faces
seeing your dead places.
nothing seems to matter anymore
it's all about you.
They spout there garbage from the radio,
and all you hear is franko, franko, franko.

I reach the edge of your town
Seeing the freeway
but hearing nothing.
Advertising forces your hand,
forces you to buy.
They pimp their crap from billboards,
and all you hear is franko, franko, franko

I reach the end of the earth
Standing in the storm
a knife on the wind.
The patriotic fanfare goes on,
Making you cry
They shout there message from the desert
and all you hear is franko, franko, franko

I stand on the cliff face
hating you and your
talentless slime.
why are you so Dependant on the drug
that wont let go
They sell you your soul wrapped up
and you hear is franko, franko franko.

And now I'm gone for good
And your back
where you started.
You cannot break free from you
You have been conditioned
You read this poem, word for word
and all you heard was franko, franko, franko.




Copyright © franko ... [ 2005-10-22 16:28:04]
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Re: Franko (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamPoetess on Saturday, 22nd October 2005 @ 05:53:22 PM AEST
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Brings a lot of emotion into play. I sit here and stare, catching my breath, drawing pictures of the past, personal feelings from my mind, that is what your poem did to me, as if it drugged me, what a trip, thank you:>

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Re: Franko (User Rating: 1 )
by imaginary on Sunday, 23rd October 2005 @ 04:44:36 PM AEST
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Wow, it was wonderful, a lot of symbolism and imagery. I love it. Well done and i hope to read more of your poetry.




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