I've said it before..
and I've written it again..
maybe the message is heaven
sent..or maybe
it's just hellishly bent..
to purge one's thoughts
out..before the disconnect..
instead of putting my
finger down my throat..
I put it down my brain..
sometimes it's sickly sweet..
like an after dinner mint
after a long binge
or a vacation that came
to an unhappy end..
or maybe it's just
cyclical psychokenetic
energy..that's leads to
it's own effigy..
a permanent mark..
to be seen by you..
the gentle reader..
to be discussed at
length or maybe
just an after thought
oh well..is there
any money to be made..
done sold my soul..
I must be saved..
By Rick Weber
November 20, 2011
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