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About This Poem
THINK
" Scribe, we're trying to figure out,
how people like you think".....
Not like your,
Mascara for Clowns life polish
Loved for what your not
Make-up that you apply daily
Humanoids, Slithering
Upon your bellies
Hissing
Easier for you to strike
With silent rattles
With venom less potent
Than pure Artesian Water
Go ahead and bite me
I beseech you
To start at my loin
The Scribe a.k.a Prince Albert
Extinguishing the flames
Out of weeds quicker
How do I think?
Not like your,
Just add water friendships
That sprout betrayal
Mirror Anaphylaxis
Of the view that's regurgitated
From the soul of Bullsh**
In the eye of its beholder
Now Look
That's not the reflection of
A monster, it is you
The Christ like
Escaping the cross to bare Whoredom
Lying down with each other
Sharing hazardous excretion
Not like your,
Eclectic chirps
To congregate in cowardly fashion
Assuming my DNA is different
With your blossoming thoughts of
A female dog
Mutts tucking their tails
Sniffing each others rear
Never relinquishing that instinct
How do I think?
Like sitting on your sofa
When you come home
To greet you with my
Thoughts!
The Scribe
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