From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Pulp
Date: Fri Aug  5 09:56:40 1994

Chained myself down
The whispers wrap hissing around my thighs
strap across my skin bleaching the color
Tie me down with my words
Make me believe in my worthlessness canary yellow my eyes of doubt
Blacker than the obsidian you slide in my chest
Divine the future with the slickropes of my guts
roll the bones with mine

I held me down so you could kill me
I held the gun
I pointed it
I pulled the trigger
But it was the world that killed me
Out of fear

BTW: That's another of my "On THe Spot" Type poems....I haven't written 
anything but fiction lately off of Yabbs...But someone I talked to 
yesterday (No Names) was convinced he was stupid and worthless just 
because that's what they teach those of us who are better so we don't 
supplant them...and it affected me.

Typhon the Usurper