tired of wars
I'm sick of being wrong,
and you're being right
in your sick convictions
and your perversions
that are so longing,
for my so called attention,
sucking up to the moderators
with lies and exaggerations
of your coked up stories.
I have better things
than your obsessions,
I would never hurt children
and passion is your obscenely
of your falsified pretensions,
Have I ever been arrested?
I raised as a modern day poet
so admit this is about jealousy.....
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