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And yet I return
Gutter.. Swollen
Sensless..Broken
Sold down rivers
Ten times pawned for profit
In gold
Dollars..Tokens
Legless
To pimp this disease
This disease called "Poetry"
This disease that willl call you
And take you from you everything you ever heard
And ever read
And leave you deaf for life
Blindfucked too..
And not a fingerprint
If you tread the boards
Carefully
Leave no footprint
Carry no banners
To intoduce yourself
To insincerity
"Your invited"
This disease
That will scent your disgust
(And perfume down your time in the sty)
And sniff out your agony forever
This disease
That plays loudest of drums
To fall on the deafest of ears of loved ones lost
That will sharpen your senses
When you want to dumb them down the most
This disease
Will lose
You too
When your final fatal eyes look screamingly into "Eternity"
You will remember in a second
A Poet's love
And you will cry..Just like me
When you remember
What you traded
For Mammon
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© James Alan Gourley 2019. All rights reserved.