I decided to write some poems based on book titles. The first two are based on books I have read and the last two are based on a book I have never read.
Fight Club
Smack, Smash, Smother
Our blood makes us brothers
Break, Bleed, Bruise
We have all been used and abused
Crash, Crumple, Crack
Tyler Durden's on your back
American Psycho
Armani suit with the gold cuff links
Railed three lines of coke
Hard bodies and it's hard to think
Take one home, fuck, and then start cleaving
Gucci button down with the vertical stripes
Swallowed a handful of Xanax
homeless crumple easy under the weight of a lead pipe
Leave the bodies laying in the street
Ralph Lauren jacket with a silk pocket square
Snort a couple Valium
Yuppies are what's wrong with this world
Get a job you worthless bum
Dead Souls
When the God inside dies
Flesh houses dead souls
Without fire
Darkness creeps inside
Divine as we are
souls can decay
without love
light fades away
A Handful of Dust
Nukes can destroy the planet if we don't do it first. Looking at the Earth, it's easy to wonder if that's how you would treat your mother. Jokes and spectacles. 3D reality. Starting to confuse you because this isn't a standardized test? There is no true and false. You can't guess C. And we had to create orphanages because we couldn't even take care of ourselves. But, even they got blown down when the men in suits came and liberated us in the name of their God. The same God that lives in the money used to pray and make shallow wishes. Cynical it may sound. But, if we all die will God be there to hold the dust in his hands?
When the God inside dies
Flesh houses dead souls
Without fire
Darkness creeps inside
Divine as we are
souls can decay
without love
light fades away
A Handful of Dust
Nukes can destroy the planet if we don't do it first. Looking at the Earth, it's easy to wonder if that's how you would treat your mother. Jokes and spectacles. 3D reality. Starting to confuse you because this isn't a standardized test? There is no true and false. You can't guess C. And we had to create orphanages because we couldn't even take care of ourselves. But, even they got blown down when the men in suits came and liberated us in the name of their God. The same God that lives in the money used to pray and make shallow wishes. Cynical it may sound. But, if we all die will God be there to hold the dust in his hands?
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