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fed up, fed down

fed up
fed down
brain has hit the ground
can't feed the unborn
unless they invite me down
fed up
fed down
time to retreat
from the people
I don't want to meet
fed up fed down
in a past life
I was a hermit
my current mood
proves it beyond doubt


Lenny  Gazbowski(C)2010

— Lenny of Cohen, Mar 16, 2010

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LC

Lenny of Cohen

16 years 2 months ago

yes......

it has got that performance edge to it! Used to do the circuit here in Liverpool before illness kicked my backside indoors!!! Thanks for the comments! Love, Light and Laughter to All Beings Namaste, Lenny
Seren

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Lenny

I love your poem it exactly fits my mood ... people wonder why hermits choose to live that way ... I believe in life sometimes they become that in the protection of self life is no easy road some handle it better than others sorry to ramble you poem made me do it love Jayne-Chloe
ANC1996

ANC1996

16 years 2 months ago

(:

I agree with DarknLovely. It would sounds so cool read out loud! Love and Spacemen, Adri (: