I am the death of all good taste
I am the death of all good taste,
the dark dying that feeds all your fears
for gory words and murky ideas
where no quirky princess lurks,
where there is no teddy bear god
to squeeze in public for easy praise,
no self righteous smirk to unfold,
no story, no moral, just a bone.
I am the death of all good taste.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-09-23 at 16:03
Tags Death  Dark  Lurk 
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