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The Body Crashes And Burns - Poem by Poem by

this is no secret
for the secret is open
this puppet gets old
we'll soon be broken

or better, more accurate
it is to say
this old rag
will go away

I am not the chemicals
in my brain and heart
I'm not declining
just this bag of farts

our awareness, conception
of experience
carries on for the ladies
and all the us gents

the threat of violence
to this meat chunk
keeps us fearful
but it's all bunk!

do what you'd do
if it weren't ending
do what you want
just never offending

there is no death
it's total bullspit
we go on, our souls
never to the pit!

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • Mantu Mahakul (11/2/2015 7:41:00 PM)

    Wonderful and expressive poem on death topic.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015

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