Fishes

Posted: October 12, 2010 in Poetry
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Malice fills my mental palace

never drank from that golden chalice

this robots gears spin at full throttle

been drunk on philosophies

drank by the bottle

realized my wishes

are just fishes

rotting on dirty dishes

covered in soul salmonella

vanilla media bacteria criteria

fates fickle

so grab your nickel

and pay the fuck up

before you tip your cup

that’s why i sold my nickel plated nine

for nine nickels to fill my plate.

 

 

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