A boy and his poetry - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2019-07-19 11:45 am
To twitch and die,
Filthy in my tiles,
Robots see not I,
For they have no eyes,
No souls, nor desires.

I could watch Shrek in the park,
While people watch me, watching,
Laughing at the audience.
Kicking posts in the dark,
Hoping to be on the bus,
One they are kicked off,
Pissed off, and drunk.
I could flaunt, bereft of thought,
While nobody watched,
Like Portnoy says of the drums,
A theater does not make it art,
Simple beats touch their heart.

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