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Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Beat Goes On

You burn me
by GC Smith

You burn me,
mother-fucker,
always pushing
your
credo
sans
credibility

It all
amounts
to nothing
but pap
that
you want me
to
swallow whole.

No way,
I'm not
listening to
cacophony
that spews
from your lips
like putrid
effluvium
coursing
though an open ditch

No,
no way
I'm
not hearing
your shit,
because
the simple
fact
of the matter
is
you burn me.

So, fuck off.

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