What is easier- People who seem to care- Or writing fucked up shit- On display- Give it a name- All poetry is a line thrown into the sea- Someone who’s drowning will use it- As a life preserver, some bodies been there too- Your poetry Jason is raw- Not tenderized- Never not to the point- I understand, got those feelings too- This web page- It’s a lifeline for everyone- Whether an ailment to heart or mind- It’s a white flag, your surrendering yourself- Everybody sees you, and hears you- Cause the truth is in the words- The feeling behind those words- Is you- It’s the daily news- Romance, broken promises, loves left the building- The war-torn memories, abuse, triumph- The inner circle of hearts and minds- On the sleeve, its there for you to read- The stench of bullshit is all around- Plastic tits and plastic smiles- But you’re words- Will always pull you thru- But I'm getting to serious now So remember that line from Pulp Fiction, Havrvey Kietel says "Ok, lets not start sucking each others dicks." I'll leave it at that.Birth sign: Libra
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