Bizarro, they called him
A man worthy of no more
Or no less
They loved his aura
But detested
His smell
They swallowed his message
But Vomited
His word
Bizarro, they called him
A man of neither glory
Nor bless
He loved their hunger
But despised
Their Hell
He ate their leader
And devoured
His herd
• • •
Bizarro, they call him
A man who does not answer
Or confess
He just loves the game
Yet Deplores
Those who tell
He scoffs their lies
And consume
Their turds
Bizarro, they call him
He can neither move forward
Nor regress
They love his comfort
But denigrate
His shell
They gorged his presence
Yet retched
His gird
• • •
Bizarro, they lynch him...
Wouldn’t pay much attention to “Creative”… all the good talent… has sifted out the door
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Jaison
Truthfully interesting and thought provoking. I love this.
They loved his aura
But detested
His smell
I really like this.