Sympathisers Poems - Poems about Sympathisers

..."Saddo...Saddo...",she kept calling me, Yeah,I was sad, So I was named Saddo, Flowers fell from highest branches, Fruits fell from tall branches, My days were full of worries and mess, Series......

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...Dancing Waters They drop like leaves They cut themselves like Branches They transfer their heart to their back They paint themselves in red The guns and boots are resurrected They tattoo the ......

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...ART IS DEAD MY FRIEND ART IS DEAD. Whitewashed and derailed, By modernism vacuous hand. That scream empty metaphors. To cash rich sympathisers And con-ceptualists scamming our intellect, w......

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