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Bye-Bye Love, part deux - The Bad
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Bye-Bye Love
Got tired of your muscle-car-Deathrace 2000-style wheelchair-handicap-scoring over my abscess-cyst-ready to burst feelings
Or that it left me a week-old-innards-trailing-roadkill with flies as vultures buzzing away only for speeding cars on highway fifteen.
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Bye-Bye Love
Got tired your fancy-fresh-tar-on-a-hot-July-roof way to boa-constrictor me to silence at the best of time–
Or your intangible satellite link with better-rates-on weekends-cellphone collar and leash (along with your chime)
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Bye-Bye Love
Got tired of performing my little phoney cool world act with the care of a squirrel-on-a-high-tension-wire-walking for you to catch
Or your everyone’s crazy about me -a Guess-jeans-cardboard-cut-out-advert-teasing-look with Madonna sell-out logic to match!
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Bye-Bye Love
Got tired of your pervasive perverted penetrating personality that tickled me inside with solid sharp keratin foetus nails that hooked in my spleen
You’re non-stop Allergy season! - Requiring recurring shots from my support-group-prescribed 24-hours-acting ‘I’m-Ok-You’re-not’ Cetrizine
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Bye-Bye Love
Had to take a membership to the lean-meat-market-scene clubs to sweat you out and wipe it off with the rented-self-esteem-gold-embroidery towels!
This I accompanied with a high Saturday-night fibre diet to better remove you from my constipated-on-you bowels
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Bye-Bye Love
Had to get on a Geldof-Pink-emotionally frostbitten acid trip to erase your negative-prints from my mind-retina capillaries wide screen TV
You still act up on occasion like a Flashdance ‘welder-by-day dancer-by-night’ injury playing like loops of ‘Coke vs Pepsi’
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Bye-Bye Love
Had to break myself from my McQueen’s each-bounce-is-an-excuse-for-you baseball catching segregated prison.
To move on to a great escape solid-literate-sensible-logical-sane-love-sober-state living in the first person.
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Bye-Bye Love
Had to kill you dead and let myself live – you could’ve been more, babe, than this, but, y’know, this is how it is…
I won. You lost. Ignorance is bliss – you don’t deserve it! - but I’ll put flowers on your grave though, from time to time, promise.
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Cheyenne Bobo
(4/27/2007 2:08:00 PM) |
Broken hearts can't really rid themselves of love, but it is a nice thought. Your poem does allow one to feel free of passion, for a time. I greatly enjoyed it.
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Billy Yang
(12/27/2006 9:03:00 AM) |
very nice good about your poem
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