Cupid’s
Backhand
From this
side of the street and they believe me a thief
Ignorance
sees bad from isolated white kennels above the street
Do they
really wish to know me or is it social buggery?
Fakery
that’d make Holden shudder at the blatant thuggery
Promises
from twisted tongues taking “my word” in vain
Ugly
sisters whispering brother, minds from the drain
Materialism
will get you if it’s your primary value
Within it
is no esteem and it’ll outlast all of beauty’s glue
Take
advantage of my naivety for my heart is open and pure
Agenda of
the wicked of spirit, preying on from their lair
Am I
unkempt with pictures of life that offend?
Hands
hard and abandoned by love into loneliness’s tunnel of no end
I’m so
cold in this Land of blood where cradle to grave is kempt
I’ve no
idea who is true or serially the liar to be held in contempt
Turn up
the music to drown my emotions but protect my essence
I’m the
outsider, but not a traitor for I fight for quintessence
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