a spectacle
"spectacle"
makes me think of
steeple
church moments spent
praying that no one
notices my belief
in atheism
This poem's title comes from "YOU ALWAYS DRESS FOR A SHOW," a poem in which Zack is a bastard because he didn't really leave a line for a title. I now officially hate him.
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2 comments:
well, i suppose turnabout is fairplay. and i totally hated you for the starter poem you chose.
so now we're even.
not that that'll last for long.
"...I now officially hate him."
you rock!
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