**4 Poems**

**4 Poems** **4 Poems**

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

It's 4 Poems for the price of one.

Summary

It's 4 Poems for the price of one.

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Submitted: May 28, 2013

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Submitted: May 28, 2013

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4 Poems

I – Happyface

God your eyes were wide, an open coffin smile,

You never lightened up, unless others darkened first,

Hot date, no show.

Broken backbone.

You’ve never looked better, bipolar

I’ve never felt better,

You’re bipolar and…

I wish that I could end what nature started first,

I wish I could wash the words out with my blood,

You’ve never looked better, bipolar

I’ve never felt better

You’re bipolar and catatonic

I never really sleep

I never dream a thing

Believe me when I say

I’m fucking happy you are

II – Health Freak

The Sexiest Month

The Sexiest Month is here,

And you can’t speak so freely,

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

I do a good impression of a dead man,

You have to look really carefully,

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

“Doctor, Doctor. I’ve committed a battery.

But I’ve never had much trouble before.

First time offender.

I have been getting my exercise.

But my smile’s still upside down a lot.”
 

Doctor: “Password failure.”

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

Sit up. Press up. Clean up. Detox.

III – Mr Nice Guy

You’re never forgiven, covered in dirt, it gets to you, it smothered you

One more change left in life, shoot me dead in the head

You’re getting good at destroying yourself,

Will you have time to do it well?

One more change left in life, shoot me dead in the head

Play dumb if you can

Never

Touch me

Never

Come near me

Never

Touch me

Never

Come near me

Never

Touch me

Never

Come near me

You’re a punk, a pile of mouth, without a crowd, you’ve been found out,

If I was sober, you’d ride your luck, but I’m not, so you’re fucked.

Surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender

Never look me in the eyes

IV – Tickety Tock

Wrong inside

Given an inch but taking a mile,

The deal with the Devil, the pull of the drug,

I cannot see what the big fucking deal is,

Rolled up sleeves, molten metal, blood red skies, neon lights,

I cannot see what the big fucking deal is,

I cannot wait until God gives a fuck,

Muscles tighten but the grip on the world is slipping apart,

Kill with kindness or be killed by Fate and Sex and Death.


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