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Ishmyre of the Inferiors
Poems
Mar 2012
******* Fakers (and other such nonsense)
Hiding behind corporate logos
and hijacked prose
Probably somewhere
a tattooed rose, weeping
The lamest in the game
You sell because you're for sale
Doesn't make those same old ideas
that aren't even yours
any less stale
What is it like to bite something
that's been chewed up, regurgitated, and re-eaten?
Does it taste like fire, or sound like Eden?
No?
Then why do you repeat it!?
Because, all you know is what you're told
Fear keeps you clinging the mold
You hate yourself
so you pretend to be someone else
I've been there myself...
We are all ******* fakers.
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Ishmyre of the Inferiors
9th Ring of Saturn Box 7
(9th Ring of Saturn Box 7)
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