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Those folks They cry about forgotten love As though it's a thing of yesterday We all snicker at their naiveté For it is known their love cares little So cry on, little poet, cry your little heart out But you achieve nothing Those folks They weep as though they're wounded Yelling wolf about some depression What's got you down? Some advice Maybe stop taking yourself so seriously Poems about how hard it is from noblemen You've never seen the Tysa overflow Those folks Crying over your mother like a child So what if she is dead? Shouting to the rest of us like some imbecile Crazed upon the perch of suicide When it is just a woman who birthed you Why, mine didn't even love me Those folks Singing odes to addiction Be it hiding behind drugs or alcohol Snubbing your face with powder Locking yourselves in your room Suspended bodies of privilege Crying about hardship Those folks Who have never been attacked by their own mind Assaulted by their trusted Tricked by those they loved Who've never seen a man take his life Or heard someone get shot And think they've been through it all Those folks Who have never heard the true songs The real notes of reality pass them by Hide from the world all you want But those prophets were once right And if you had listened you might know But you just assumed you're as smart You folks With your upper-class ***** Your cliques of conceit and deceit Those godforsaken silver windows You've never seen it rain like it does You've never seen the fire in the forest So quiet down, you good-for-nothing son of a *****
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Those Folks
Those folks They cry about forgotten love As though it's a thing of yesterday We all snicker at their naiveté For it is known their love cares little So cry on, little poet, cry your little heart out But you achieve nothing Those folks They weep as though they're wounded Yelling wolf about some depression What's got you down? Some advice Maybe stop taking yourself so seriously Poems about how hard it is from noblemen You've never seen the Tysa overflow Those folks Crying over your mother like a child So what if she is dead? Shouting to the rest of us like some imbecile Crazed upon the perch of suicide When it is just a woman who birthed you Why, mine didn't even love me Those folks Singing odes to addiction Be it hiding behind drugs or alcohol Snubbing your face with powder Locking yourselves in your room Suspended bodies of privilege Crying about hardship Those folks Who have never been attacked by their own mind Assaulted by their trusted Tricked by those they loved Who've never seen a man take his life Or heard someone get shot And think they've been through it all Those folks Who have never heard the true songs The real notes of reality pass them by Hide from the world all you want But those prophets were once right And if you had listened you might know But you just assumed you're as smart You folks With your upper-class ***** Your cliques of conceit and deceit Those godforsaken silver windows You've never seen it rain like it does You've never seen the fire in the forest So quiet down, you good-for-nothing son of a *****
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oculiquetzal
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
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