Binge and Purge
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we lie in our beds
of satin and silk
our bellies are full
of honey and milk
and we digest our binges
with moving images
we see them smile
despite their pain
as we max out the Visa
on toys and games
we watch them pass away
and we can't stay awake
we sleep walk
and with eyes closed
we stoop down to vomit.
all rights reserved. copyright Justin W. Price, 2006. First revision copyright November 29, 2011
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PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is an author with Sweatshoppe Publications, which will soon re-release his poetry collection, Digging to China. Additionally, the managing editor at eFiction horror and The New Bridge online newspaper.. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!
This song and video are heartbreaking
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