your entrance was so bright and gander
you charmed us with your lies so tender
you rode in on your faded mare
and played us with your friendly dares
we’re trapped by your presence unable to speak of your essence
for speaking of your desperate state
we forfeit rights to our cognate traits
we’re silenced by fear of losing close bonds
I see you marinate in your pleasure pond
I’d like to send your way my gratitude
I’ve since been forced to check my attitude
I’ve searched inside the man in the mirror
to discover a world less bitter and more clearer
the poison that drips from your right fang
has slowly killed what the blue bird once sang
But your toxic bile has become my antidote
It has not all been a stream of baleful smoke
So I rest here in my probationary holding cell
{to be continued}
1 comment:
omgosh did you write this , do i know who your talking about , hummm let me think ummm ..... very awesome writings bubz my poet
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