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Lies and Truth Bread and Butter To Some
Do you hate so much that you would cut of my own hand,
And spread your love to others like butter placed on bread,
To spew truths like some vomit wrenching drunken pleb,
Then gaslight written words like your pen had never said?
Should I plead to a poisoned heart that's escaped its cage,
And offer counsel when demons within your mind engage ?
For I am not your dog who barks, rolls over and plays dead,
So I shall sharpen my tongue and butter you with truth instead.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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