Theorem The Truth Serum Poems

Media hype holds as much
weight as a new born pup.
Media hype is fed into almost
every story from the fuzzy
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We all start out like little birds;
all we want to do is just fly.
You don't need wings or
even a plane to fly.
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She trembles as the touch of the sun hits her flesh
The burning fire gathers up and burns every inch of her skin
Gasping winds of suffocation
The wild lion roars in the safari
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I saw the most beautiful fawn
running through the forest
with the grace of 1000 ballet dancers.
She leapt around the earth
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Here in this white room called a bedroom,
He lays upon the sheeted bed.
Covered by satins threaded in doubt,
He stays motionless and stares blankly.
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A phucking vahjina with a paynis, baystard shitehead, weaner...

are you offended yet?
who really cares
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How black is you soul?
Is it blacker than coal?
Is it so black that it is like oil
it seals up all of the holes?
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I wish that I could mend the broken end.
You weren't my best friend,
but you were worth more than that.
A name I will never forget.
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In a gangsta saloon
under the moon
Hearin' gun shots go bomb
Louder than an orchestra
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Most of us can't imagine
the crash of a nothing maker.
The heat that consumes everything
around its effective circumference.
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