Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Banishing Spell: Poem 08/11/2021

Numb Dismissal 

I do not have the pride to absolve myself,
nor the morality to forgive you. Lastly, I would
never wish on so submissive a star. 

Narrow as the path to god,
you stumble upon boorish thicketts, bloated 
atop humility parading into clueless congress. 

Laughable to think, 
some call me paranoid. 

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