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Word Say, Word Slay
Chinese whispers and the rumours,
do some brains have blisters and tumours,
spreading gossip forever continues,
slaying all logic to rest in tombs.
These lips leak lies like lethal fumes,
wear thick lipstick and bad perfumes,
they want a war of words I presume,
but wars with me will ensure their doom.
Be certain, that's a certainty,
for now you're no concern to me,
no urgent need for surgency,
your simple minds aren't hurting me.
I could strike or just leave you be,
as you create your own reality,
but I don't care 'cus in time they'll see
your bonkers mental insanity.
Copyright ©
Nick Trim
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