vincent armone

Rookie (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

Me And Swine - Poem by vincent armone

I lay with the wretched swine so foul, yet intoxicating
whisper promises of sweet moros, I believe this beast true tales
Feel its breath on chest my love becomes instant
For when lonlyness is of such being, a swine even I will take

This creature of such ill meaning, this beast of foul, to I a god
out in worlds others call, I the loser, the worthless
In its arms I am everything, its meaning, its life blood
Let others judge thou and swine, for they are my forgotten

Swine dismissed buy hate, has found a kind like self
One who will not judge on apprenences and pre thoughts
So I lay ALONE with so called disgusting swine
For I am ALONE WITH IT, BUT WITH A BETTER CLASS OF PEOPLE


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,220 Points Marieta Maglas (7/2/2009 1:08:00 PM)

    selective poetic assets....nice poem.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 3, 2009



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