Poetry / The Draw (Analysis)

The bodies
lie strewn across my table,
jackson pollock blobs
which no one can argue with.

This is gold,
this is fashion
and what you wanted
struggling away on mouse wheels for;
self improvement
means more money.

Forget principle
because she’s expendable,
left alone on a raft
while you tread water
waiting for good fortune to pick you up.

Sell your name.
Only civilians being un-civil win this game.

I pick up the pieces,
brush away your traces into an open drawer
and close it for another day.

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October 06, 2008

effervescentpsyche

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effervescentpsyche reviewed Version 1 - Read 100% of the Item

Your spacings were perfectly placed. I really like the meaning behind the poem. You did a really great job on this piece.

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