a feast of philosophies (contains slight profanity)
down winding streets named after presidentsand dead people that use to live in this town -
there's a cemetery just out by the train track:
dr. fee and mr. babcock rot in the ground
lost in a cornucopia of philosophies,
sick of feasting on another man's brain,
another man's ideas -
i found a new god
and refused to give it a name
i refused to recognize existence
as a seperate entity
or as a part of it all
(it's all just bullshit anyway)
come on over,
tonight, we shall feast upon the brains of dead infants
(einstein's brain is rotting down the road)
1/30/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-09-27 at 21:51
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