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He walks with himself
He is his own best company.
He pushes forward and you often do not notice
You ignore his plead but you see him wander
A breathing tumble ****.
Shrubbish, wobbly, and *****
He zig zags through the crowd
Sometimes he screams and he too cries
Just like you
Sometimes he trembles in the night
Just like you
Sometimes he dreams of better days
Just like you.
A brief and scattered poem about a homeless man I encountered.
Your lies don't fool me
While the rest of the world lends an ear
Speak. Speak. Speak.
I still don't hear you.
Your lying, hateful words
Poison. You're poison.
Make the world believe your stories
I still don't hear you.
You and your deceitful, manipulating, ******* lies
Speak. Speak. Speak.
Until you have no more lies to tell.
You make me sick.
Oh you know... Just another rant.

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