Poetry
FUBAR
Written by danny jarrettyou are fucked up
beyond all repair
and it's your own fault
but your faults
are involuntary
so you're not
really to blame
but it's because of
your faults that
you're here
unable to fashion
words out of thought
you're just awkward
that's all
and the hard part
is
dealing with the fact
that no one is really to
blame
anymore
the blame
used to be the best part
and now
it's
a non-part
and you miss it
the most
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Tuesday Night
Written by Dan Frankenfield
As I understand it
Nikki comes down the stairs
and says to Dave,
Jesus goddamn almight Christ
what are all these people
doing in our living room?
Then she throws an ashtray.
The ashtray cracks into the wall
and Dave slaps her across the face.
"Do you pay rent? Do YOU pay rent?"
"Rent? I gave you body and soul."
Dave picks up the cigarettes butts
and nobody has much to say.
as i undstand it.
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