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a poem by Joshua Brown
tw /rape /graphic /suicide /murder /sexualabuse /sexualcontent /childabuse
Please BEWARE, this is a dark poem.
Golf down
To the par
By the sunrise
In the morn
With a homie
And his caddie
By the shade of the trees
In the fog of the bog
With a wood
That can send a ball high
Pray tell
Of the deer
Who prance
In the field
With a sight
On his heart
By the shade of the trees
In the fog of the bog
With a gun
That can send some lead far.
Get down
On your knees
With your eyes
Open wide
And your mouth
On my dick.
By the shade of the trees
In the fog of the bog
With some cum
That can run down her thigh.
Go quick
To the top
Of the mount
In the west
With the men
Of the cloth
By the shade of the trees
In the fog of the bog
With a text
For the superstitious minds.
Just pray
To the God
Who exists
In your mind
As a script
Of the rape
By the shade of the trees
In the fog of the bog
With some blood
From a bullet to your head
A siren
Ambulance
As rescues
Your soul
Tempted
By repeat
By the shade of the trees
In the fog of the bog
With a choice
To exhume you from the marsh.
#poem #poetry #dark #demonic #childabuse #selfknowledge #violence #death #selferasure #trauma
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What a fucking dark poem. I wrote this on the RTD bus 153 in Aurora, Colorado in the late afternoon of November 29, 20022. There's not really much else to say, maybe cleanse your palette with my last poem: "Apocalypse Now!"
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