Short Concussive Poems

Black diamond, fools gold,
overpriced and undersold.

Falling vices, rising prices,
and all the things that we are told.

Percussive concussion, concussive percussion,
endless discussion.
 
A round of applause for revealing your flaws,
your sin serves to feed them their spin.
If you had our fears, if we gave you our hopes,
we'd devour ourselves from within....

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