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[thebeverlyhills]

Poem I Did With my buddie Taza called "Things Your Mother Said" !

[thebeverlyhills]

Conversations Outside A hospital Ward

Your Uncle smells of gunpowder,

he smells like the other men who stayed out late last night while their families waited at home,

he had to come here early in the morning so he only had time to change his shirt,

his jeans smell of cheap cigarettes,

they smell of the beer his friend spilt on him when he got up to talk to that young girl at the bar,

it's been two years since your aunt lowered her standards,

see she used to pray he stayed faithful ,

but after her late night calls went unanswered she started praying he'd come home at all,

so she lays there in silence and listens to the clock tick like some sinister metronome,

a malicious blade driving him to his fate,

and when that fire subsides,

he walks in smelling of the moans of a 19 year old girl trying to pay her way through college,

and blood,

this time there's blood,

Your Uncle smells of Gunpowder