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by Peter Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Opinion · #2216916
Not my best work technically, but I love this poem.
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manipulative cunt,
fool upon the depthless lies,
changed hourly, daily,
record lies,
but records change.
blood ink fount,
the administration tries,
change foully, folly,
and always fucking range,
from incomprehensible bullshit about dieties in the sky,
to whoever, wherever whenever may have not or have cry,
and i cry i cry,
tales of why try,
tears fall upon burning passion,
fry to their salty mineral worth,
tears worth nothing more than weight in salt,
Paper, what lies must you hold,
blame it on us but why do you let it have nothing more than the fake amassing,
truth measured in girth,
hear it and listen doubt me not,
am i any worse than them?
do i live and write a lie made of my human mind?
we walk an ever more chaotic waltz,
diagonal wall down LOD, step left foot,
move towards our inhumanity,
shame our humanity, wall down LOD,
become inhumane.
what care you what i care,
why read you what i write?
have it not your mind rare?
have it not your mind right?
have it not you believe me insane,
have it not i do too?
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