Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Drooling thought bubbles

Who am I to let
Princes break my heart?
Men who rule my tepid
World with a cock and
An ego big enough to
Send storms cascading
Throughout the unsure words
That I rest my head in.
All talk and no action.
I am merely a hole
They are interested in.
They find me, follow me,
And rape me of my
Dignity, leaving me stripped
And naked, drooling
Thought bubbles here and
There, lying to myself about
Being truly special.

9-29-09


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