Prick

always runs from the truth can’t leave well enough alone has no desire to build or create does more harm with a lie than a knife or gun never admits to having horns and a tail filled to the brim with subtext wants others to do the explaining will stab you in gest spends a lifetime trying to prove otherwise finds it feeble to give an apology will sleep with just about anything will bury you for free

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Lewis Raynes

Date: 8/10/2020 4:22:00 AM

To the point, yep i agree, nice write

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/22/2020 6:35:00 AM

Lewis this poem will forever be in search of a noun. Thanks for stopping bye.................peace!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/3/2020 5:44:00 PM

As I am singing along with this poem different people's faces flash into my mind.

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/3/2020 7:19:00 PM

A people-less poem allows the reader to fill in the blank. Maybe I'll do more. Thanks Caren.................peace!

Catelyn Meeker

Date: 8/3/2020 11:16:00 AM

I really could feel the anger in this. Well done, my friend. I’ve read some of your other works, and I’m glad to meet your poetry. You’re quite talented.

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/3/2020 2:39:00 PM

Thank you lady. The world we live in drives me to verse over, and over again. Be safe, be blessed...................peace!

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/2/2020 6:49:00 AM

Hey Ricky I can think of a few that would suit your title but if it is who I think it is, well penned my friend You are a talented poet, i can feel it in my bones! Blessings, Jennifer.

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/2/2020 9:05:00 AM

LMAO. Oh my there goes my subconscious taking over again. Don't you just love when that happens? All the best.................peace!

Eve Roper

Date: 7/25/2020 9:15:00 AM

Prick and much more, Ricky, well said. Eve

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/1/2020 1:24:00 AM

Hey Eve. I've got to stop writing while intoxicated (WWI). I keep wrecking my poems. Thanks for stopping bye.........................peace!