Marijke McKinney

Subconscious 7 - Poem by Marijke McKinney

Gotta do all these chores
Infesting the inside of my core
Deep down I just want to be a whore
Chores of life, succumbing to sex
We all want more, this pitiful world
More sex, chores bitten down
To the core
Deep down we tore
Out all we ever were
Or wanted to be
Just to be screwed and free
For a second on the edge
Of our own little shores
People falling off cliffs
Yelling, echoing slore
Here comes the end of man kind
one two three four
It's war
Pin your desires to the door
Where are we heading
With our empty truths
On the dandelions, a dangling head
A thin sheet over our bodies
Exposed film spread

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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