With Some Purple Cush, And Some Bush From A Puss'

With Some Purple Cush, And Some Bush From A Puss' With Some Purple Cush, And Some Bush From A Puss'

Status: In Progress

Genre: Poetry

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Poetry

Summary

taken from my book, "Interstate Freedom"

Summary

taken from my book, "Interstate Freedom"

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Submitted: March 13, 2016

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Submitted: March 13, 2016

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With Some Purple Cush, And Some Bush From A Puss'

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Sold to a pizza pie

I was before I died

To have something to think

Bailed out

__and scratching off my nails

I scratched the surface of all my doubt

But left myself screaming in pain

All the rain had finished falling down

So I sat back and baked my brain

__with some purple cush

____while sniffing the bush

______that I shaved off the puss'

________that left here about an hour ago

When my nose's senses had their fill

I got off of my ass

__and paid the bill

I wept with tears of sorrow

"Know my life I only borrowed

How can anything work out right

When I don't really have this life?"

The minutes I spend

__talking to trees

I talk my mouth right off, feeling bent

Se bent I cannot be bent back to shape

You can feel my broken crevasses

You'll even notice me withering away

__like a dried up potato

____that just pisses and moans

______as if it had a soul

________to scream with such passion

When the cyanide melted ev'rything

I got tired of cloud hopping

__and fell from the sky

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03-12-'16 #1

D. L. Cannon


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