<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What You Are Making Them</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swamp of metropolis and limos: <br>I am just trying to meet my quota as some Cinderella’s <br>Coach turns back into a pumpkin, <br>And the mice eat the cheese: <br>And I sit and watch with my dirty baseball cap well<br>Pulled down, <br>So that I’ll continue fitting in, and won’t be exposed: <br>It’s always good to wear a baseball cap when you are out, <br>And male, <br>And don’t want to be found out- That one of your ears<br>Should be missing for the busy waitress who just<br>Doesn’t give a d$mned: <br>And I am in the Montemarte district of West Palm Beach-<br>And I have something like three thousand pumpkins, <br>And I haven’t yet given one away to a pretty girl<br>With piss brown eyes-<br>You know, but if that mother comes back, I really want to<br>Buy her a bicycle: <br>And when I’m finished, I want to masturbate alone<br>And then die into a truck or somewhere, <br>And the nights are well shut off and balmy and the crickets<br>Are always complaining-<br>And I can’t stop thinking about womb deep wildflowers-<br>Girls who live so far away, <br>Even slightly above the earth in observatories of mountain<br>Napes: <br>They sell wine and when you run your finger around their<br>Glass, they sing without even having to acknowledge<br>What you are making them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</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=582834" data-title="What You Are Making Them de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Swamp of metropolis and limos: I am just trying to meet my quota as some Cinderella’s Coach turns back into a pumpkin, And the mice eat the cheese: And I sit and watch with my dirty baseball cap well Pulled down, So that I’ll continue fit..."></div> </div> </div>

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