Samantha Pearson

All they have are the I's, the my's, but never the why's
They let lies drip like flies from their sewn button eyes
They stitch hate and pleat fate through cloth alibis
Take their fill from your till of crushed cotton dyes
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So
Uh
Hi
Hello
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I built my nest
On nothingness
No rest
No rest
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Hey fellow writers of things
From poetry to prose
To all the betwixt and in between~
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Thank you for coming to see me today
For listening to what I have to say

I have the most wonderful news
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Click clack
Whiplash
Head thrown
Snapped back
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Dusk
Glow
Stop and go
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Here atop my throne of eyes
Do I ponder the taste of lyes

And here alone in tongueless abode
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I want, and therefore I need
Instant gratification begets moralities for greed
We trade justice for just us and a handful of feed
Stuff coffers, but not ours, with these misguided seeds
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Coincidence of coin and cents
A pity for pittance?
A penny or a penance?
People with more dollars than sense
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Look Judge, here's what you do:

Take our cellphones, search our shoes
Send us into those cold back rooms
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A barnacled nail
Fantastical tale
Of green briny whales
And lightly rimed sails
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Mothers on the ground, collapsing, withering
As the snakes in politics keep on slithering

I'm not one for religion
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