Dogs, Ponies and Pigs


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		*a poem by Mark Palermo*



		Part 1 The beautiful people were coming a hapless procession of dogs, ponies and pigs- the pestilence and vermin- your dearest friends. But they had other plans. You thought you were invited to the ball? How unfortunate! And they left you alone.. an evening with yourself? a nightmare is lurking... behind smirking countenance concealing beastial frenzy There are closed hearts There are small minds.						Part 2 The beautiful people were coming... What a pity! They are at the ball while you... home alone with four walls a crackpipe and an empty bottle. Damage has occurred and you are descending into the brutish frenzy- It wasn't supposed to be like this. Part 3 The beautiful people were coming but they had other plans. Cheer up. The world suffers. The world is being born, and the world dies a little every day. The world is a thousand times more wicked than you have ever imagined.