Piss In The Face Of Destiny Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Piss In The Face Of Destiny
Cloaked in disguises
In the alley of thieves,
I’m violently tested and seeking reprieves
From tortuous days
Of casual deceptions
And blatant lies,
But Luna and youth
Have disappeared
And I remain despised
By all the suits
And their well-paid alibis.
The loveliest women
Will spit in your eyes,
And the men I trust the most
Refuse to shave
And dress like rogues,
And my best friends
Are always broke
Looking for a lonely lady
With a nice room
And spare cash,
Never expecting joy to last.
Alright, you’re with Nicky
Holed up in a goddamned cave!
But does he read Baudelaire?
Does he lose his fingers in your hair?
Does he cry, lonely and drunk,
Holding the shoes you used to wear?
You’re not going to find
Another pirate like me,
Piss in the face of destiny
To merely touch your wrist!
What a masterful juxtaposition of theme and meter! Excellent!
There's just something so dangerously romantic about pirates! Great poem Uriah! Sincerely, Mary
I love Baudelaire. Some curious content here and i like this hazy reality that you've created.
Unbelievable! ! ! Uriah you wrote this so well...I felt everything! ! !
Damn, Boy! You are on fire today!
Uriah, there was never a doubt that you controlled this poem. You stayed within the parameters you had set and didn't waver. Nice write. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Loud and clear, Uriah, if painful!