My Clift - Poem by Rage'n Curtis
Im standing on a clift
thats higher than all the rest.
And Ill stay up here untill I fall
to meet my lonley death.
I'll stand on my clift and think
of the world and how its all fucked up.
If I was to die, not known by man,
It would be my pleasurable luck.
I'll stare and wait and prey to
God that the human race will change.
Or else the human race dies young like
a puppy dog with mange.
So what would happen if I was to
die upon my desolate clift?
Would enyone even notice,
do you think I'll be missed?
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