The Way Out!

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    The Way Out!


    think not: badly
    think not: of this,
    loss of purity
    mans quest for plastic perfection
    Virgins sprawled across centerfolds
    (like aztec maidens, sacrificed)
    to atone for mans rape of nature
    dirty old men, dirty young men
    drive the knife with their eyes
    through the staple marks
    aimed at some third dimension
    unfelt by the two-dimensional sacrifice
    Prostitutes pounding the pavement
    like cops on patrol against innocence
    claiming love is for sale (at what price)
    while they leave their hearts
    in a safety-deposit box at the bank
    dirty old boys, dirty young boys
    line up to relieve their frustrations
    like dogs, defecating in the street
    un-felt by the one-dimensional whores
    People wandering through their lives
    trying just to be remembered
    fornicating with invisible mates
    so that something will remember
    more dirty old infants, dirty young infants
    lost to the world of plastic perfections
    trapped behind the emotionless facade
    ONLY THOSE WHO LOVE FIND A WAY OUT!

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    nonners commented on The Way Out!

    12-24-2009

    wow milk you use of imagery was marvelous! every journey is different. well done!
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    Rygar commented on The Way Out!

    09-20-2009

    sweet! i liked it a lot, i liked the flow and the content was brilliant!
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    DennisScott commented on The Way Out!

    08-13-2009

    The winding down element of this poem is rad. It is clever and I can dig it.
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    nini2323 commented on The Way Out!

    08-10-2009

    aren't we all lookin for a way out... beautiful I love the imagery
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    orangepony commented on The Way Out!

    08-09-2009

    this also brought tears to my eyes,so deep of game that played through out the night,what a human cost. orangepony
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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