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Twisted Vision
Little twips,
Envious snips,
Ill equipped,
Worried about things out of their league,
For the sake of intrigue,
Alone,
Must be so sad for them,
Only viciousness shone,
Cold to the bone,
Their illusory throne,
Gone.
It's a real pity,
I'm not being witty,
Monotonous city,
A wall of deceit that's not pretty,
A haggard old snotnose committee,
Shitty,
Unhappiness clouding,
Their lives full of doubting,
Oh my, how they dare,
I can't say I care,
No, not one itty,
Bitty.
© 2013
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "