Mystical Maniacal Monologue
cryptic calls careen off canyon walls
a study in subtlety seemingly sold
for half an hours hatred and hostility
no need for nonchalant nobility
holding doors for wholesale whores
what a world of want and waste
wasting and wanting what we will
desolate dreams deemed delightful for the damned
and i am left to wonder
what have i done to deserve this?
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