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Anada 129
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. . . . . . . . . . "Word Whore"
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . by Effy
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relations of words to real life:
are you going to be... DISTURBED?
when
you
see
the coffee cup i tapped so endlessly
the fake nails painted so dark
the roof moonlight supposedly dances on
the abandonment of dillusional dreams
(could you relate
and not portray it
like i could?
that's only because
you saw beauty
in my feeble
attempt at honesty)
blind, like every cliched lyric and line;
somebody should've told me the truth long ago.
the truth of the reality of all those hours of words
and the dispassionate, fake motivation behind it...
B (burdening)
U (useless)
L (loving)
L (lifeless) <--all my
S (stupid) words.
H (haunted)
I (ignorant)
T (tedious)
taking pseudo-medicine
singing bar anthems
lying on black grass
too many harmless addictions
can i hate the world that tried to save me
for dining on an empty platter of eloquence
the dull vacancy behind the pristine prose
scattered words crushed beneath shuffling feet
painting all the stifled feelings
with an animate circle of surroundings
(how god damn MODERN)
fucked it up again
in the summer of 2000
don't sit there
and nod your fucking head
i refuse to be
i'll no longer be
a word whore.
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. anada 129 by Effy (c)2000 anada e'zine .
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