This is as much a piece of work as it is a play on words and meaning. I try to utilize the last

word in the last 3 lines of each verse to speak something to the reader – in addition

to what the poem is actually reading. I am trying to find a way to convey meaning

both internally and from the roots of the poem, utilizing words that struck a chord

with the mind frame in which I am writing. Enjoy!

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Words burning up

And falling down

All around

Tinsel town

–

Not one man

Today

Can say

And “Play”

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Words collide slowly

Feeling

The ceiling

Cracking and peeling

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A mind collection

Bending

Sending

A thought of pretending

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Through veins pumping

Asking to quit

This shit

And just sit

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Pockets invaded

In time

Not one dime

Will be mine

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Forgetting questions

Ask for yours

For tours

Through U.S. contours

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Tipping crashing

Feeling tall

Until we fall

And beginning to crawl

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Thoughts collapse

With whiskey

A bit risky

And feeling frisky

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Further patience made

In time

A clear mind

Will be a sign

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To clear the stage

Now

Simply adhere to a bow

Replying “Ciao”