Silver Star - 3,185 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Ask... - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Just imagine
a world where everything
goes wrong,

war, famine,
people shooting
people shooting

'Can I have the word 'ask',
pleeze! ',

'just the one? '

yes because it must
be worth something,
because I hear so little
of it...and precious
is that little bitty word,
pretending to sleep,

I don't want to,
don't corner me into
saying what I have to,
which is not what I want,

useless is the stuff
that I am made up of,

a male who goes to work
accumulates money,
and the great big muscle
tries all kinds of ways,
to define itself...

you are nothing, a creep,
a ******* sheep in the dark,
as seconds rip your brain open,
like an old rusty tin,

we are full of beans
and together I suppose,
you could say we're all
quite mean - really?


really ...really...really...

head butt the mirror,
blood & glitter,
glam shrapnel,
crack that halo -


ask - how much did you
pay for that,

I mean as deep down,
as you alone might go...

don't...don't put me
through it,

I'm hiding, can't you see...

confronted useless portion,
breathing in the dark air

devoted! (glare)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 4, 2014

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