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Snarky
Casual words sent as friends
Justify little lies in the end
Harbingers of naughty bits
Assuring you of awful fits
Future past sought to harm
Derail the standing up of charm
Helping souls redeem their right
Subjecting truth with pernicious slight
Listen for the sound that clicks
Insinuating I’m up to tricks
Such a stealthy bullying pulpit
Devious preach announce the culprit
You need sans shame to be aware
And never claim acceptance of my dare
Sayonara wonderland
Forever now I’ll pull my hand.
Copyright ©
Arlo Parker
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