Imagine It
Outcast never conforming, forming
Habits in the gutters of the soul
Scorching revelation of your deepest fears,
Hears, feels, only the pain
And none of the joy
Ends where life does.
Amidst all your science,
Technology, wealth, and splendor,
Did you ever imagine it
Would give birth
To that such as
I
By Evade Dave
I dedicate all my poetry to G. W. Bush, because he deserves it more than anyone else.
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