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Attack Poetry#1
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this is a fat nipples publication
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to see this on paper, send a stamp or SASE to:
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Attack Poetry
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c/o Chris
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P.O. Box 2554
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Trenton, NJ 08690
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tell me what you think:
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chris.conway@njcc.wisdom.bubble.org
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(609)890-0995
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THE GREAT WESTERN WHORE
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Built to be insatiable, She still stands
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to be on Her back. Renovated, patched
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polished, She yearns, yet to be sated.
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Give Me your starving - is the call
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of Her hungry crotch. Give Me
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your huddled masses - the itch
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of vagina's copper walls.
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For over a century, She's beckoned
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solicited, seduced millions in foreplay
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promises of justice, freedom & wealth
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lures heard world-wide, enticing
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sucking those eager hordes into hips' lips
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consentual coitus, that unquenchable lust
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that looks always outward for more
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never glances back to where
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sexes' initiative sappings
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were never given to those
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who came Black
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at the bottom
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of boats.
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Paul Weinman
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I CAN'T EVEN GET SAFE SEX.
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I tried a phone sex line
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for the first time the
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other day.
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Clara told me I should
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get more comfortable by
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taking off all my clothes.
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As soon as I got naked
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our connection went bad.
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The old woman waiting to
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use the phone began yelling
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at me so loud and banging
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her fists against the booth's
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glass so hard I couldn't
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hear a word Clara said.
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Robert W. Howington
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my delicate obsession
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manifests itself in my
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calm demeanor
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heartfelt words of encouragement
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my sensibilities
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are far too cultivated
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i look at your sobs
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earthshattering dilemmas
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charming pathos
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not sympathy
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and yet
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what I feel will destroy you
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what I feel will destroy you
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-CHRIS
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BREAK
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the wind blew into the air
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the paperclip that remained from the memo that
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disintegrated under the mountainous pile of snow
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the streetlight fell from it's suspended view
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blown into the path of the blue cheese box of the city busing system
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the cold slate I sit on chills me equally as the big breeze
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the steam from my tea and the smoke from my stick is quickly lifted away
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I stare at this whole spectacle with an awed jaw drop
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the grimacing student watches his hat blow into the roadway
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and it's mashed by a Hyundai
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I smile because it's not mine, I'm glad,
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I don't like that style of hat anyway
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that paperclip that blew into the air, remember it?
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I just mentioned it a little while ago...
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that was strange, this is a powerful storm brewing
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I wonder if he was flying first class, or economy
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or if he was sleepflying through the whole ordeal
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I should go in, my tea is cold
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my last candcerous breath taken
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My soul thaws as the door closes on the wind
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yet I can't hide it's howl
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-Gregg
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BE CONCIOUS OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS
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You're a fool. You can't hurt me. For I am an emperor in my dreams.
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Take your best shot, because in my dreams, I am your father.
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I am invincible. In my dreams I am the demon who rots in the corner of
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your soul and reminds you of what a waste you are.
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You can't hurt me. When I slumber, I am the beast who will slaughter
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your mother.
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I am Strong. You can't harm me. In my dreams, I am your empty
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reflection.
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Do you think you matter? In my dreams I am the Black Lord of Death that
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decrees that you were never born.
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You can't touch me. In my dreams, I am the shadow who haunts your mind.
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I am powerful. In my dreams, you cower in my presence and beg me to
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spare you as I rip your heart out.
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I spit upon you. Try and hurt me and you'll encounter the unbridled fury
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of my pure hatred for each one of you and your kin.
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In my dreams I am everything, every god, every evil, every form of what
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is black. You certainly can't hurt me.
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Heed my warning. You won't hurt me now. The dreams are real, I have
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awakened.
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-MARC
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dagger
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gasp
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outward pressure
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inward
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bleed
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-CHRIS
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I know
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What you think
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Of Me
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of My appearance
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of My attitude
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I'm just too mainstream
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Not different
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I wear Gap
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Not No Fear
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It kind of keeps
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You at a distance
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Fine
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Maybe I'm being
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Myself
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Maybe I let
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My thoughts guide me
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And not the size of my pants
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Maybe my "normalcy"
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Is my little joke
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A plan to get ahead
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Posing as a clean cut
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For my own Purposes
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To get power
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Maybe once I'm there
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I can do what I
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Wanted to do
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Destroy the establishment
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Then again
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Maybe I am the establishment
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Don't judge me
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-Joe
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i am sometimes happy
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i am tired a lot
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i like my friends
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music is good too
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i like to be happy
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sometimes i get scared
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food is good
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why are you acting
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like a bitch
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you're being complicated
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when i was a little boy
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i used to always
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scrape my chin
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-SEAN
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Lost in a world
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I've never known
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Never been a part of
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Torn from a life
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I've never loved
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Never found a meaning
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Brought to a place
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I've never known
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Never given time to
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All I can see for miles
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Is subconscious.
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-CHRIS
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FETUS IN THE BALLROOM
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it's not my choice
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it takes two to tango and I dance the dance,
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although I'm not the one carrying the tune.
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so I say again, it's not my choice,
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but, I will let you lead.
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I will follow your steps on the floor,
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and off.
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-SEAN McCABE
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BILL CLINTON HAS GOT TO FIX THING LIKE THIS.
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A man recieved a letter
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from a government agency
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stating that he would
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no longer be entitled to
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food stamps because of
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his recent death, but
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that if his situation
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changed he could reapply.
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Forms to recertify were
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sent with the letter.
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The man's visibly per-
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turbed sister, who has
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been taking care of her
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brother's estate, said,
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'"I don't think Joe will
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be climbing out of his
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grave to get food stamps.
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I'm sure he realized
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there are people out
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there who are more needy
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than him."
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Robert W. Howington
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WHY
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Why is there no cure for AIDS
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Why was there slavery
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Why is there still slavery
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Why is there no real freedom
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Why is it always a black\white thing
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Why did he kill his girlfriend
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Why did they get a minimum sentence
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Why did they kick his ass
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Why does he look so "fine" now
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Why can't we say what the fuck we want
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Why are we too young
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Why are parents a pain in the ass
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Why do we still love them
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Why do some men "Fuck"
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Why do women "make love"
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Why can't we all just get along
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Why is this world falling apart
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Why is there a big fucking hole in the ozone layer
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Why do I write poems
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Why are we here on this earth when we just fuck it up!
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-HEATHER
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no point
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no reasoning
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to my course of action
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I just listen to the voices
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wait for your reaction
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pain inside
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still lingering
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i can't think of anything
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to make me happy once again
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now that I'm your friend
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you took back everything you said
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I came to and you retreated
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-SEAN
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ATTACK POETRY
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stuck in your head
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singing out
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bad phrase, bad melody
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aharmonic
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catatonic
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destruction by force
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everyday parallels
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reconsideration of ideals
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everyday heroes
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bombshell
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gutted
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brain vacuum
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suck it in
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breath it in
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let it become you
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let it live inside you
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daggers in the lobes
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scream out in ecstatic pain
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aharmonic
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catatonic no more.
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-CHRIS
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my head still spins
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from things you told me days ago
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when i thought you meant it.
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when you said you did
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a blatant set up
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for your personal gain
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to overcome
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and start over
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cold relentless
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like a common fear
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blinded by feelings
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blinded by emotion
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confused on what to feel
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what to do
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bound and gagged
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by words
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-SEAN
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noncooperation asset
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shelter reminiscence
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strength lyric
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colored slush
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turkey supermarket
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bellsbellsbells
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drafty commode
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caste
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palm
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spastic
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eat
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-CHRIS
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Fat Nipples #1 is still available. It costs $1 and 2 stamps.
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Fat Nipples #3 is still available. It costs one stamp or SASE.
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this costs 1 stamp or SASE in paper form
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send your poetry\money to:
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Attack Poetry
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c/o Chris
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P.O. Box 2554
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Trenton, NJ 08690
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(609)890-0995
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Fat Nipples #1-3 are always available through e-mail, as is this file.
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e-mail:
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chris.conway@njcc.wisdom.bubble.org
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thank you and have a nice day.
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