gun

D

Dolkite

New member
gun in hand

hanRAB bound are

bound to dream

finding one seam to

rip apart

open

and leave

what are

ballots

but bullets

ready

squeeze




squeeze it

you faceless fuck



you

through teeth

gritted and

jaw working

white knuckle

got-up

buckled up

safe



you

show me

how dirt

really tastes



because you always

ever knew that

ballots are

bullets binding

ready to

sunder

me​
 
been pretty satisfied with it, lately. been enjoying writing these ones waaayyy more than earlier poetry I've made.

edit: also, I've tried to stay away from pseudo-political sentiments in poems, but I was curious to try it, and this one struck me really hard when I started writing it out. I rarely edit, but I edited this one quite a bit.
 
my one and only foray into pseudo political poetry
plutonium bombs

invent it
show it off
sell it
make a big scare
collect protection money
invent something bigger
repeat
until your enemies
are broke

global economics
is simple

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also, do you remember that poetry notebook you had? i was thinking of a poem i read in it, (i think izzy might have wrote it) about piss in the champagne flutes. if you can find it, post that shit, i cant remember exactly how it went and my faulty memory has ramped up my curiosity.
 
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