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Illest of Reasons
Four joints excercising their right
to tense up
Oh how the Pancreas aides in
such a drawstring.
Conscience kidnapped for a spell
while these fierce,
No, cowardly beings
earn their way into darkness.
Like the pedophile with no
child, sitting in the playground
"just reading a book"
while children play.
What a facade!
We know why both exist
It's the sickness,
No fingers to mouth, pondering, posing questions.
That neither know, it's their vision
changed the make-up
so they feel normal
When alone.
Copyright ©
Peter Calvanese Jr.
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