Refrigerator Magnet Poetry

Repulsive bitter chocolate death wax
Frantic honey tongue puppy music
Fast drunk your spring a hundred shadows
Wet smear like lazy winter forest blood

Hmm there's meaning there if only I could conjure it...but a thousand misguided trails later, still awash in sticky fog am I. Far better to thrash thyself with the whip of human oppression, and claim extenuating circumstances. Then later in a cold dawn while others remain unconscious, steal the hearts while the bodies sleep. But fearful of final retribution, confess all sins and prostrate thyself before the almighty unknown. Oh Creator, please obliterate my planet with the meteor of frustrated gods - we are not worthy ! Then awake with the realization that there's noone to ease your bullshit - oh well carry on, there's got to be meaning somewhere in the tangled threads of this bright wintry morning.

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