GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 766 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Downfall - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Plan your fall today,
before they do it for you,

people are going down on
a daily basis,

don't you read newspapers...

the morons up on high,
they're trying their utmost,
to reap the benefits of the crucified,

It's big money for all them,
so long as nothing changes,

other than that:

escape illogically -

today a swimming pool filled
with a hundred thousand peaches,

I fall into them, and suffocate slowly,

perhaps I was never worthy enough,

but to be consumed very slowly for
all my transgressions,

the smears of dead love
could never be enough,

their is a hairline crack -
working it's way through human kind,

the myths - the sacred patterns,

I wait - I wait...

to be admonished,

While money, spreads through
their eyes like a poison...

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  • Silver Star - 3,722 Points Dave Walker (8/1/2013 12:32:00 PM)

    A great poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 2, 2013


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