The Same Coin
I sit in my little corner
With a very wry smile
I feed on your rage
And prey on your anger
Now you know
In your minute brain
How the shoe hurts
And the ripples cripple
When the dishes
Burnt the mouth
Like the molten magma
Which melts the volcano
Now you see
The effects of your action
Like a director’s cut
All of a sudden
Your life is like a movie
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