THE TRUTH HURTS
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He’s adept at not mincing his words
Venom flows like enormous great turds
On his throne he will sit
Vitriol he will spit
Packs a punch in the heart of us birds
Some may know a man just like this
Words like fists - he slams us a kiss
He is cruel; he is curt
Using speech that could hurt
His sharp words you cannot dismiss
Can’t control what flows out from his mush
To the point - he won’t beat round the bush
There’s no compromise
No little white lies
Tells you straight that you’ve got a huge tush!
N/A in contest judged on 6/27/16
Submitted to I go Zero,Nothing, Nada 1 sponsored by Broken Wings
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
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