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Bad ambassador

by @nyant

"Lookin' in the mirror like I'm runnin' for ya" @mrswoope I found free bread, looked like I was living, deep down I've been dead, he's the only one who knew it, said I'm forgiven, said he isn't a liar, said it's the truth, I saw the evidence, denied the proof. Multiple ifs, if I made a will would it be the Fathers? If I showed them my dirty laundry, would that make me clean? If I wore all the T-shirts would it prove I'm part of the team? If it doesn't profit I'm accounting the losses, drunk from a bitter well, still thirsty, boy better know... If He's the forerunner I wanna be among the runner ups. uneased, attention sicker, face booked, mind felt thicker, new addiction, birds on twitter, running from my situation, looking for instagrammyfication. I'm back in the lab, don't tell dee dee, no magic tricks, now you see me. Just grazing amataba, corn liquor, I see the mountain dew as the moon shines but I won't drink, I don't wanna go to court, had enough miranda, pass me something fresh, life-giving 7up now I'm full of pep, see? 101 denominations Cruella smiles at my blind spots, feeling Shaggy, stole my dogs, let them out, don't tell Scooby, chasing a double standard of living, lowering my own, trying to be real ended up a clone, whitewash inanimate, despicable like a minion, peeling my plastic, under a basket. Cashier at the pharmacy, chuckling at the after life, said he only went to Sunday school so his mum would keep being nice. Have 99 problems ahead, he never leaves 1 behind, thought I stood, felt the fall, read the writing on the wall, started righting all my wrongs, listing them from the least to greatest yeah I hope he erased them. Knock on the door I'm Judas peeping through the keyhole, cares of life lost for Word, can't fill the gaps suicidal, hanged man, Jesus Christ died once, even though I double crossed him, He said it is finished, he came for the lost, I count it all loss then. Had sweat on my brow, trying to toot my own horn, it took a while but I found a better one to blow. amataba(maize in icibemba)
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M / Zambia
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Apr 6, 2018
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