The work

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.

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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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