Adryan Rotica

Finite - Poem by Adryan Rotica

All I got to say
is poem hunters
have lost their prey'
you have all lost your
savy mink, that makes
you rich with wit

So I abandon this rink
where boring people
sink into the abyss
of lady love's delight
and fall into the bleak
abyss of ordinary flight

Is what I have to say
go to where you should
into the bored minions
of the bleak
not brave
so send your children here
to mend
the out casted disillusion
you pretend to be
when they are on
this end.......

Good riddance to all your
when you try too hard to be
the real thing

Pretend if you must
it's your game

I am at the end of this
godly kamikazi game
where you believe
the contents of your

I am honing now
the next refrain
from telling you
to find a way...........
other than words

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 28, 2010

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