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Poem: Hang Man
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1 minute
Released:
Aug 14, 2020
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Hang Man
I’m hungry, No, Your not, Yes, you are, What? I don’t know anymore, This feeling of hunger, Is starving me, Why won’t I allow myself to eat? I’m getting angry and tired, Repulsive and withered, My flesh is falling off the bone. My head is tied up, Hanging on its last thoughts, I sway as the wind blows. And as the crowd’s cackle, The bewitching hour, Draws to a close, I’m merely one of many, Hanging in a row.
I’m hungry, No, Your not, Yes, you are, What? I don’t know anymore, This feeling of hunger, Is starving me, Why won’t I allow myself to eat? I’m getting angry and tired, Repulsive and withered, My flesh is falling off the bone. My head is tied up, Hanging on its last thoughts, I sway as the wind blows. And as the crowd’s cackle, The bewitching hour, Draws to a close, I’m merely one of many, Hanging in a row.
Released:
Aug 14, 2020
Format:
Podcast episode
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