The Tramp of my town
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also… Knowing thy self
D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.
It truly is an honour to be read, feel free to share comment and tell me how much you hate my writing!
really tear it apart!!!
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A vagabond with the farfetched
already accomplished
woke up every morning
With
Without
erection and only moves and moved alone
attune to the winds caresses
in a whimsy of a feat of the only true deity
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He was the towns millionaire
Fucked it all off
Gave it all up for… happiness?
walked our streets
talking to nobody
pulling along his possessions
in an old ladies polka-dot shopping trolley
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He slept infront of Farmfoods
Pound shop
Greggs
Doorways of nightclubs in the weekdays
In-front of Wetherspoons,
curled around bins for warmth
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Lived as though he did not know another soul
Happier than the married moms and dads
I knew
More content than philosophers of our age
More unique than the cartoons I had privy too
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He had a soft meteor beneath those pale blues
Walked with the most grace and style I’ve ever seen
This vagabond of the streets
This shit hurler
This silent nomad who wondered
across the mysteries of my town
knew what I could only guess at!
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