Val! (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} loupguru) wrote,@ 2009-03-18 21:01:00 |
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| Entry tags: | poem, poetry |
random poetry for random times
squirrel away your talents
deep down inside yourself
inside your stomach
keep them 'safe'
so no one can see them
in the morning
bind your brain with drugs
that have already had it bound
since night time
ensuring sleep.
curl up as close as you can
to your squirreled away dreams
in the fetal position
- as close as you can -
and feed off the crumbs
and stay dumb
and stay damned.
