# a poem

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-poem/201445>\
**Category:** Cafe Society\
**Created:** [September 13, 2003, 9:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-poem/201445 "2003-09-13T21:53:16Z")\
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**Author:** ![2leftshoes](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/2/bc8723/32.png) [@2leftshoes](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/2leftshoes)\
**Post date:** [September 13, 2003, 9:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-poem/201445/1 "2003-09-13T21:53:16Z")

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confussion

one for seven and six for three, there is no heaven and nothings free.

black twist with a jello shooter, satanic mist with a fat hooter.

beautiful, horrific and the moon, six feet under and half past noon.

scar tissue with an open wound, diluated eyes with a swallon woumb.

snap, crackle, and a pop, should of took my heart back on the spot.  
crackled laugh with a slit throat, blood red river with a cold dead grip.