Gary Diamond Poems

Took us many years to remember to reuse shopping bags, didn't it?
Like the last minute save a keeper makes to keep a clean sheet.
Don't start telling me I'm lazy.
We're all lazy in our fashion.
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I swear I left it around here somewhere.
Perhaps it rolled under the bed.
Maybe the balled up socks in the corner have the
Clue.
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What did he ever have, this repulsive idiot.
We have now a stupid portrait
And a banal little saying
Wicked and vipor tougued.
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It struts around in the air, surely it does.
Its upward angle can clear a path through the insignificant.
Assume the air of perfection
And those too lazy to question are sure to follow.
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Sometimes the wrong side of the tracks
Is the fun side of the tracks.
I remember when I was just a child
The disused railway tracks where me and the father would walk.
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Light up and kill yourself.
Inhale the taste of the death that hangs
Like a lozange around your dirty throat.
You like it.
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Is not something I enjoy.
The clicking washing machine
Stuck in an infinite bad-design loop
Keeping me up past my bedtime.
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Someone dropp me on my head as a baby.
Someone kick me in the head as a man.
Bring some kind of feeling to the deep and without meaning
Somehow can you bind
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Even with a belly full of good food.
Even miles away from the work day grind.
Even seven drinks to the wind.
A little thing is there
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