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Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2019
गलबन्दी च्यातीयो
पछ्यौरी च्यातीयो

मुद्दा विचाराधीन
शैली : अवलोकन
विषय: श्री सर्वोच्च अदालत
A Simillacrum Aug 2018
Is this love misdirected?
Is this care misplaced?
Yes, I believe it.

Stuck.
Addicted to a part.
Black Knight savior.

Is this concern out of line?
Is this connection still wrong?
Yes: I believe it,
and believe it always shall.

Lead. Tail.
Lead. Tail.
Continued as a favor.

After years at it,
I've come to think
I tail because
I've got no one else.

I suppose I consider
every client an extension
of myself, and
I want someone, so badly,

to help.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2017
John is what hookers call
Their customers in this land.
They make him feel like a king
And tell him he is grand.
They fuss over him like royalty
As long as he pays the bills.
His habits can make stomachs turn.
He’d be dead, if looks could ****.

King John, the biggest ******
To have ever worn the crown
If he were an office building
He would quickly be torn down.
Nobody ever thinks of him
In any pleasant kind of way.
If he has a need he needs filled
No freebies, he has to pay.

If there is some slimy way
To speak a simple sentence
He will choose it, and insult
With no thought of repentance.
He owes his wealth to ***** tricks
And that is just what he is.
An absolute and total waste
Of his awful father’s ****.

King John sits on his throne
Gathers soulless souls around.
He laughs at those who take his bribes;
A particularly ugly sound.
He has no conscience, so doesn’t see
How quickly his presence can pall.
He is the king of a kind of hell;
No kind of royalty at all.

— The End —