Free verse № 44516
lost
crying infants. tear-stricken
faces. weeping adults
black stained cheeks.
horror filled eyes, haunted
by blood covered bodies.
cry ...
weep ...
dust blows over the wounds
that were never there.
an internet tradition since June 9, 2001.
Free verse № 44516
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(note: i never actually hurt an infant .. that actually refers to the september 11 mixture of the poem)
So I got a job.
9/11 never happened, it was a media conspiracy? A mass hallucination by New Yorkers? It's as if they were never there because everybody's forgotten? What does it MEAN elizabethann?
I think it's bullshit. Gratuitous. An cheap attempt to allude to mystery THAT ISN'T IN THE PIECE ITSELF.
I'm going to pick on you for a while because you do the same kind of bullshit I did and called it poetry when I was a teenager until somebody kicked me in the teeth long enough that I started thinking about what I was writing (not that that helps me much, lol, but whatever)
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