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-The Sucker Are You- by Keaton Foster The sucker Are you Absolute And true This shit These words Minutia Written Meant Understood To be absurd A poke To the ribs A swift kick In the head Down Like a bag of bricks Never Pseudo friend A masochist Always in training Will you be close Never on par But you will be Returning for more And more As much As I can deal You can take in As much As I can muster You can place asunder Down into your gut Deeper still Into your skull I know that it hurts I know the pain Overwhelms I’ve seen it I recognize it I’ve been there Many times before A few times more We can relate Without never Standing face We can connect Across all distance The sucker Are you Is what I say What I seem to convey But let me just say That a sucker Is what you are Least of all You are a genius A sort of Freethinking realist Who takes what I say And twist it in ways That I never meant You find meaning Where originally There was nothing But attic Nothing But rancid diatribe Meant to fill Both page and line You take this madness Consecrated in my sadness And you make it Something unintended Something borrowed Not stolen Wisdom confronted Living exonerated As least as far as you Yourself is concerned My story is different As it was meant The end for me Will not be glorious But ideally tragic You have no problem Not one at all With taking my pain My shame The hateful ways In which I confess All that I cannot escape And turning it inward And making it yours The sucker are you Something I often say Nothing of course Could be Further from the truth I am certain Without question That you know that That you understand that… The Sucker Are You Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |