XPost: soc.men, soc.women   
   From: paulelam@feministremove.com   
      
   On 08/25/2015 12:47 AM, bandit hickaloo wrote:   
   > x-no-archive: yes   
   >   
   > hello pls enjoy these hard-written poems:   
   >   
   > no. 4:   
   >   
   > Some of us may pine for times that never were/   
   > Some of us instead dwell in a drugged-out blur.   
   > For those with more pain than our shriveled hearts can take/   
   > A kilo of horse gives relief and slays the green-eyed snake./   
   > We've known since we were 12 that we'd never reach the top/   
   > At some point we have to say, This is it. No more. Full stop./   
   > "Cowards," you may shout, "what a selfish thing to do."/   
   > Yet we've reached the other side where we can start anew.   
   >   
   > no. 5:   
   >   
   > Let the hotel maid knock and knock, I'll never come to the door/   
   > When she opens it, she'll find me twisting slowly above the floor./   
   > She'll raise the roof with a scream that echoes through the town/   
   > The medics will have to come and cut my remains down./   
   > They'll pay not to talk about the corpse she found/   
   > But she'll dream of me rotting underground.   
      
   You've captured my thoughts from every day of the last 20 years.  If   
   only the worthless users that I deal with - especially Lucian and netgod   
   - would read it and take it to heart themselves.   
      
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