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I’m no poet, far from it. But out of nowhere I got inspired to write a
poem if what you read after the jump can be called one. Let me know
what you all think.
“Mirrorsâ€
this melodramatical stage
serves as a stark reminder
that you have been here before
wait a minute
this was not the path
you crossed with the rest
you went high up
shed blood
and then some
it was no fall though
you bulldozed your way back
and made the same jokes
haha
they nodded their approval
how forgiving
jesus would weep
irritaion causes dementia
just ask who will listen
i wouldn’t
they are an angry mob now
skepticism with your mirrors
led us all to this backdrop
staring at one now
but looking nothing alike
yet acting no differently
shameless and sleazy
you still lay bait
Pearl was right
freedom is indeed just another word
but for nothing left to choose
they cannot wait
