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DARK SOUL
Contributed by
Robert_Edgar_Burns
on
Tuesday, 20th August 2002 @ 08:08:48 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I’m just a man
without a job.
With an ugly face,
a big fat slob.
With a little d**k
and no cigars.
A hairy chest
but no guitar.
There’s nothing here
one would desire.
To make it worse,
I am retired.
I’m just a man
no one could love.
I should be shot,
or from a bridge shoved.
I really don’t care
anymore to live.
At my funeral they’ll dance
carry on and laugh.
At least they came to share,
when alive they were nowhere.
If I only had a gun,
I could hurry, get it done.
But a rope would just be fine,
but i only could find twine.
If I live another day,
it’s just a hell that i must pay.
For a wasted useless life,
filled with pain and sin and strife.
If you see my ugly face,
then turn away in disgrace.
I do it every day,
at the mirror where I shave.
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Robert_Edgar_Burns
... [
2002-08-20 20:08:48] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: DARK SOUL
(User Rating: 1 ) by OreO on
Monday, 28th October 2002 @ 01:25:22 PM AEST (User
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This is so sad i hope
this isn't really how you feel
about yourself, you put words
together beautifully here in this
poem, Keep em' coming
i'd like to read more
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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