Nick Briggs Poems

A fork has three prongs
I am a cucumber
I live in a shoe
I have no friends
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The vampires are from the east
And the wanderers from the west
When I die plant seeds in me
So trees will grow from my chest
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The dirt cakes deep
Bout three inches around
Snap on my handcuffs
While I lay on the ground
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The man in the suit lays down
At last he is alone
At last he is at peace
He feels now
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When I was younger the world was so new
Things were so colorful and bright
But now that brightness has dimmed
And nothing feels right
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Just leave me here
I'll just slow you down
You're destine to swim
And I to drown
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Lets get together
And take back our lives
Let's let them know
We won't hear thier lies
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