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Feb 2019
Sniff it up, filth swine
the girth of your back pockets
develops sick disgust that
shows on my face when you
wipe that trash hole with
100 dollar bills

keep plugging away
with your extended tax brackets
thundering with guiltless
fantasies of superiority
nothing lies in the circle of doubt
this is open, this is real
judging from your expression
you’re only king in your dreams
nightmarish realities
just beyond the understanding
of your feeble mind
possession is just temporary
my hatred for you is eternal

what is it?
stupidity? greed?
an endless need for self image?
watching others scrounge
while you waste
throwing your stolen gratification
into the wind just to see the look on
other’s faces.
its totally cool,
we won’t see each other again
guaranteed
separated by a cosmos of ideals
i’ll throw my life away before
i give up my right to hate your existence
Dylan Jones
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Dylan Jones  28/M/MN
(28/M/MN)   
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