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this is the text of the poem i wrote that appears on the sleeve of the subliminal 7" "look at the creation"... now sold out but not unavailable.

yes, it was written about someone in particular. no, he will never see it and chances are, he wouldn't get it if he did.



Bottom feeder.
Do you know what you are?
Do you know?
I’d love to tell you,
Love to show you to yourself
Black whole hollow is yourself
I’d love to be your mirror,
Wicked ruler, the usurper
King of all the filth that you survey,
Unworthy of reflection.
That cheap coat of paint
That rat-skin cloak you hide in
These things do not disguise
The sick scent that clings about you
Dose of failure and envy
What do you say, salamander?
That endless expulsion of air
Whittling word-shapes with your skin-flaps
Spit bile at beauty
Burn it away for others.
Can you say
Your time has passed?
Can you say
You have no rightful place here?
Say
It is long past the hour
To let him that moved you hither
Remove you hence.

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