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Check out the new poetry I penned which touched on several topics on addictions, wokeness and life.
Afar, the high danglesI run up the slippery rockwatched my life tangleinto the hangman’s knot
Every man gambleson each, with all that he’s worthhis life on a game of Scrabblewhere numbers lean on his word
The priestess worshipsin the hotbed of menand as the soil toughensshe raises the cub as a hen
The river pushes to landbrothers who were once lostleaving writs on the sandeach trader bears his…
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The Town's A Little Girl
The town’s a little girlRotten to her coreHawking her secretsTo the publicI see her, everydayFiddling with the miscreantsRubbing the wrinkled nosesOf sensible people in mudFor what can they do?They stare, beatenBy her sheer arrogancePummeled to cowardiceThe stench of the rotHits my nostrilsLike a giant’s fistI tumble in shockThe town’s a little girlGrown men lick their lipsWhistling in endearing…
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