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Aug 2016
The pill
You've created,
As a cure
From your hatred

Is the same pill
You should swallow,
What you don't do
We don't follow

What you don't preach
We don't give,
An eye for one
Of your misfits.

Nor your guru ways,
Even your habits.
Such two faced
More tragic.

You walk
Your mouthful talk
Before you speak,
Before you mock.

Before you play
The victim card,
Do math
And solve it hard

Tell me wisdom
And it won't scratch
The truth about
The eggs you hatched.

The digs we give
Are zero like,
The weather in north pole
In the deepest night.

Are you okay
Because you are dreaming?
You deep black love guru
How we wishing.
Jowlough
Written by
Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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