GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 780 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Mearns St. - Poem by GRANT FRASER

All this world is about,
is survival,

whether your tarred with some
brush or other,

So what will you do?

I mean is it your destiny,
to fall - by the wayside?

I mean 'crime' really suits U,

it does,

Imagine your acts
resonating & rippling,

hemmed into infinity,
devoid of purpose,

and imagine all the jobs,
because of this...

the waywardness,

a particular art is required,
when throwing this 'self' away,

when everything around you
is reduced to material worth or money,

where is the real proof?
until the empty void beats me,

I cannot breath in this place,
because you've made such an art
of it...

with forced heads, raised eyes,
smiles turning corners, unbecoming...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013


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