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Liar
Liar
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Get ready to rumble when
a testosterone percolator
pitches a phronetic Yoda
against a Zen zoned up Miyagi.
Showdown at the breaking rays
on the edge of a power wave,
the night shift of information overload,
volume by volume.

Centuries, millenniums of twinkling light,
sparks of epiphany eternally separated
by eons, now concentrated
to an hellbent afternoon
of pre exam panic.

Let bygones be goddamn bygones,
and let me sleep.
Why did you have to clash
between my ears? I am mere mortal
and not prepared to be a whirlpool
of brilliance not mine
just yet.

Liar
Liar
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LeBrozLeBrozalmost 16 years ago
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
You're writing poetry

when you should be studying? Oh, well; there's always McDonalds.

Thanks for sharing your anxiety, Liar!

Fly

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
This poem

cruises at highspeed. Breakneck and high-grade.

TathagataTathagataabout 19 years ago
this can apply

to so much more than pre exam anxiety.

Wonderful job.

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleabout 19 years ago
bows humble (~_~)

very inspirational liar, if you put cotton in one ear you can catch a spark of a neon eternal epitaph thought ...like ...my goodness, why are all the smart ones so confused? well I guess that's why the dumb ones act so smart ...<chuckleboned> love your poetry and I ain't liein'!

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