Patrick Tincher Poems

Eyes red as the setting sun
Unearthly rage fills my head
Fists clenched
Eyes set to kill
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Look at Mr. Moneybags
A well rounded monster
Smoking his cigar
The epitome of the American Dream
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Little green monsters running loose
Running amuck
Killing thoughts of happiness
Turning your eyes to jade
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Sluggard crawling through life
Laziness like a plague overrunning me
A brown disease slowly oozing down my limbs
Making it impossible to move
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I stumble I fall
Does anyone care at all
You ask if I’m ok, I say I’m alright
But I cry myself to sleep at night
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They say you reap what you sow
I reaped I sown
Call me a failure
Call me a hero
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Blood Splatter on the wall
Bodies on the floor
Why my lover why?
You said you loved me
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Ouch, This burns!
This playing with fire
I can't quite manage
To not burn these
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Your trapped
In a closet
Forced to see
But never taste it
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Awaken sleepy head
Wake up oh sleeper
Arise from your living death
Get it off your chest
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