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Apr 2017
That's you,
You fool
You jest.

With life,
You flirt
You jab.

No lines,
You cross
You invade.

*******
Your mind
You scream.

Swine them
You act
Your scene.




          Stroke your own ego ****!

Only a fool jests
When the guillotine stands
You dare flirt when
Your face is like a jab

The invasion failed
When you crossed rebellion
Your mind screams ****
"I beg to differ. I'm so different."

I've seen enough.
The act stops,
At this very scene.

Meaning doesn't
mean
Meaningless things.

I bet, with
Closed eyes
You make bets.

Black is your comfort
In your little world;
It's your safety blanket
You haven't thrown.
Written by
Jay Ashford
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