<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In a Manner of Speaking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you, <br>said the drunk redneck to his wife, <br>In a manner of speaking, I don't love you, <br>said my ex (turned vegan) to me, <br>as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for<br>some sort of reconciliation, <br>And in a manner of speaking, the whole<br>world has gone to shit, that no mentally<br>unbalanced poet can improve upon, <br>In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku<br>before I birthed an epic poem in 2008<br>and it went something like: <br>In a manner of speaking…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of<br>beer and loose women, <br>In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of<br>internet journals with useless information, <br>In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of<br>assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex<br>on MySpace, <br>In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped<br>a few years ago and now has occasional herpes<br>outbreaks, which are quite disturbing <br>to her husband, <br>In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity<br>and love at times, <br>In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions, <br>hoping for something to change or something <br>spectacular to happen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I don't really know any more, <br>trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of<br>sanity that eludes me, <br>In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here, <br>unable to connect to what's around me-<br>I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys <br>fan and I don't even watch football, <br>and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday, <br>In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated<br>because I have no clue as to what I'm doing, <br>knowing that there is really no escape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> January 8,2008<br>-Alexander Shaumyan</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Shaumyan">Alexander Shaumyan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341224" data-title="In a Manner of Speaking de Alexander Shaumyan" data-description="In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you, said the drunk redneck to his wife, In a manner of speaking, I don't love you, said my ex (turned vegan) to me, as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for some sort of reconciliation, And in a man..."></div> </div> </div>

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