8.31.2011

arivaca poems=my Mr. Mad Hatter

i've been: 
jaded, hated, a bit seperated, injurely waited, stimulated, faded, and... abely more medicated

Less is less fated,
while caged-in: meditated, removed all while underrated and over-estimated

fake it or face it: u can't contemplate shit
poke it or pork it but please u just prove this

pleasing the poor miss, for a many purpose. no money, so, hoard this.
  Oh, what?
    oh.. what a poor miss... no life with a purpose but a broken promise?
       what a bliss is this?....

They've seen: 
nothing, no nada. no mother or father. but a many brother and daughter. luke warm will get hotter

with they, them these sins: 
they dont ,o, don't matter; made merry by my Mr. Mad Hatter 

Not baker nor batter, be kind to the matter. But butter all the same. These lies are the same. The lines are the fame. This life is to blame....

been in:
No bunch but been bunched in a bit of a bunch of a thing.

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