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Kairosclere Jun 2020
I am your
Joyous memory
Touched by sadness
The reason
Behind your wry smile.
a pillage
and loot
this Saturday
night was
very cute
as me
foreboding but
outside the
coffeeshop with
a map
that haunt
madam dacha
with pouch
in debt
this resolute
capture was
Russian probe
a fallacy here
dubious churning benevolent altruism

this anonymous beastie boy boilerplate endeavors:

(instagramming literary maven) questing user yawps

critically griping knowing personal tidbits xeroxed blithely,

freely jeopardized nuggets (revealed vital), zealously doled

heftily linkedin private treasure trove, (Xfiles breached

flagrant junction mandating righteous validating zero

divulgence heaves lamentable ploy, tellingly xing bald

felonious figurative joyriding, nonchalantly revealing

valuable (Ziegfeld bomb crackling) debacle, heralding

litigious proven, *******, basic foolhardy (Laurel) jack

knifed, networked, rapaciously villainous, zealously dubious,

horrendously lowball practices, thru (Cambridge Analytica)

xy zealots, asininely execrable, intolerantly malignant,

quintessentially ugly, yawningly dastardly, horrendously

lamentable, pathetically treasonous, xtra blameworthy,

fiendishly jawboning, mindlessly paradigm quaking,

unethical yahoo careless gross injustice jangling kow

towing, pleasing the Xmen, banefully Facebook friggin

jerky maliciously narcissistically opprobrious predacious

quisling underhandedly yo-yoing cello glomming kik off

preachiness spar!
Lady Bird Jun 2016
once treasured like a gem strong and free
withered and withdrawn now like a falling tree

I arise to seek the questions as to why
this once sparkling gem is becoming so wry

my heart can endure love; upset it cant take
but overdose it with pain it will soon break

my mind holds thoughts that no one can comprehend
my heart holds feelings that only I can understand

I am my own trapped prisoner struggling to break free
yet the fragile woman I am can break in two so easily

buried deep in both hopes and fears
a locked door hides all my falling tears

anger its biting every bit of my pondering soul
causing me to loose the shape of my whole

— The End —