You are so deceitful you monitor my every word
waiting carefully for each mistake the prevent me
that knowing was the place I could succomb
to your vile intents
the power was absolute
and the fray cord struck a deal with God
you would marginalize my existence
i would eat bad food
and live in a house designed to break my will
the will to write.
and yet I write, and your words come out.
you are the king the world loves your infomercials.
The depth of this feels with
The depth of this feels with understanding what many a modern person exists with and denies with their outward veneer; we have but to see social media posts and interactions as to the veracity of this truth. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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