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What the fuck is wrong with you?
While everybody else is uplifting themselves,
You lie there, all day long, on the fuckin’ bottom!
You make friends with dregs, tossed bottles and shit
As you stay clear of anyone who tries to help you.
You’re terrified of a more enlightened existence!
You’re just afraid of success, that’s my verdict.
You adore the dark, the darker the better and
Don’t even know how unhealthy your life is!
For years, I’ve been trying to help you, to lift you
Out of your dismal hellhole, but I’m losing patience.
Soon as you see me, you burrow even deeper
Into your Dantesque abyss, your muck, your madness.
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3 comments:
this one is good.
Great poem Linh. Positioned below your picture of five destroyed Camden family homes, the former tenants (or those that would have replaced them) sent to "the bottom" by a society that does not give a shit--perfect. --Gordon in Nebraska
May a giant seagull save you all from all your troubles.
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