Down, Down

The beetles lie on the windy line
Like the man with the homeless sign
Picking up on my hopeful heart
Because I don’t want to fall apart

I OD’d on my own sad emotion
Like a heroin junky, or land erosion
It is the obese, bloody suicide samurai
All the pain which you won’t defy

I’m a steaming pile of you shit, love
Shit that comes from the god above
Love, appealing, brotherly emotions
Tell the man that I don’t have any guns

Poem by JoshtheGiant1

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