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Dec 2022
Hollowed father…
Please take my breath.
The sins they follow me.
Fallen to shallow platitudes.
Left with regrets that swallow me.

A bitter man is all that is left of me.
A hollowed shell,
Empty as I aught to be.
The energy sapped away,
From a once passionate tree.
The leafs gone rotten,
The roots condemned.
Stuck in place.
Left to melt in…
The suns ruthless embrace.

A once noble king,
Whom confused pride with madness,
The crown turned green.
With his once fortified palace,
Shattering away as easily as glass does.
Left to frolic in the mud along with thee other *******!

Woe to the wise fools,
That try to play God!
That yearn for ecstasy,
Because it’s a hell of a drug!

Woe to the jesters,
Whom try to play king!
That yearn for a laugh and acceptance,
But end up choking to death on a sling!
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
(27/M/Medicine Hat)   
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