Hey Lazarus
Everywhere I look
I see that same old yellow Ferrari
You know the one that pseudo angel always hides behind…
Every page I turn
I read those same old angry lies
You know the ones professing unrequited love and so on….
Everywhere I roam
I sense those same old hostile eyes
You know the ones that hide behind so called history
Bah humbug…..
Every step I take
I sense increasing anger
Where risk get closer and more personal with every stanza……
Henceforth and recorded here for posterity or maybe some other reason
I feel compelled to shout
\"Hey Lazarus\"
Let it be known for all eternity
That your literary resurrection is far from guaranteed......
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