Hold your nose and cast your ballot
~ for, uh, whatchamacallit
a purveyor of pretend promises
duplicitous diatribe
fountains of false forecasts
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April 22nd 2017
all my
problems
are my
own fault
it burns
like an
open wound
with some
salt
getting caught
doing my
dirt
then going
to court
with stains
on my
shirt
but
thats
how it
is
no matter
what
i gotta
handle my
biz
my goal
is to
be rich
but i'll
never suceed
cuz i
cant
let go
of my
greed
i need
something
much more
solid
but i
cant call
it
so im
just gonna
let it
go
cuz i
really dont
know
who i
am
yo
wheres my
fam
they put
me in
foster care
cuz they
didnt give
a damn
and neither
do i
but every
night
i cry
myself to
sleep
but you
will never
hear a
peep
because im
ashamed
that ive
been a
slave
to worldly
ways
Swelled with words that told no truth, I lied like a young child caught with a crayon
and a wall covered in the proof. With each word utter more broken and more aloof,
never thinking of the good in just telling the truth, with a blink of an eye and wipe of
my face all in an empty effort to hide my disgrace. This broken promise more rotten than
an old man’s decaying tooth. Yet with each additional lie, it becomes even harder to
just tell her the damn truth. It all started with such good intention? But once a
broken word is spoken…with each passing day the lie gains more strength until it
over takes the truth and it soon becomes what you believe to be the truth.
I tried to catch that
dark star
in silent despair
even
knowing
he was already
lost
to me
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