Creep

You’re a fuckin’ creep

I don’t want you around, hell

You don’t belong here

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I’m so special

I belong here

I’m perfect

I’m beautiful

I’m in control

I float like an angel

I’m so fuckin’ special

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PViM Found Poem Friday

Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems."

-Academy of American of Poets (poets.org)

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Creep/by Radiohead:

When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

So fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

She's running out the door (run)

She's running out

She run, run, run, run

Run

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here