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Be Little, Be Nice
It’s not you, it’s me;
an apology doused in insincerity.
5 words,
hold up your hand,
It’s the same shape I use to slap and brand.
To block out the sun, to not go blind.
To smile and wave, staying clandestine.
To wear a suit to get a job,
three fingers gone
part of a mob.
To cover my mouth
loose woman, loose tongue;
you give me safety scissors and a water gun.
A tailcoat, feather boa plea.
Wailing jesters joke on one knee,
on a piss covered floor, the show goes on.
Don’t tell anyone, slut, it was just for fun.
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