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1780389 No.1780389 [Reply] [Original]

I challenge /lit/ to find a deeper meaning in this poem.

Danger is Crawling up the Wall
by: Me

The world spins.
The camel isn’t inside what it is.
Oftentimes, the spin camels the world.
But other times, I just spin into the camel’s rebellion.
Justice is grown in my backyard.
When I was fifteen, I had my first love.
My love stood beyond me to sing a battle hymn.
And so the rebellion grew into the whole neighborhood.
Eating cats and dogs and vomiting up dreams.
The neighborhood knows where I am.
I am swirling through the vomit comprised of dreams.
It is of our transcendental dreams, says the neighborhood.
The camel awakens, yet the cats and dogs are still without the neighborhood.
The camel stuffs his mouth full of cigarettes.
On this day, I wear my pink pumps down the street.
I don’t give a damn about the cats and dogs that I pump.
Space is time is the camel.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
But do gangsters feel good to be me?
And does justice know what I keep in my backyard?
I grow cats and dogs in my backyard.
Why fuck the faucet?
At least turn it off; the vomit’s starting to make me nauseous.
Fine, ignore my warnings, but you will regret it later.
What is all that sound upstairs?
Ultimate sound starts to scare me.
Lost in the neighborhood which is my virginity.
Well that solves one mystery.

>> No.1780408
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1780408

You're gay and you suck dicks in shame

>> No.1780427

The camel is who you're growing into on the outside due to the hard reality of life as you grow and realise it's not what you thought it was. The rest is the inner disruption of emotions and thoughts as you are trying to figure out who you are and doubting everything at the same time.

>> No.1780431

You can't just throw random shit together for the absolute hell of it until you are at least a 7th level Bibliomancer.

>> No.1780554

I can and I will--for truth.

>> No.1780586

bump for moar interpretations

>> No.1780797

Feel free to submit your poem to theaprilreader@gmail.com for publication

>> No.1780812

>>1780797
It's a trap (?)

>> No.1780818
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1780818

>I challenge /lit/ to find ANY meaning in this SHIT.
>facepalm.jpg