Satire X

A Boy With Roses

I speak the language of death 

With a cheap grimmace splattered like paint across my smug face

I speak the language of death

I do it the best

I still can't believe it 

I'm a fucking poetic genius

A mountain of sin

Flapping butterfly wings

A fountain of wisdom, often 

Silent 

I still can't believe it

I'm a fucking poetic genius.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2019 01:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 35
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    Well if you say you're a genius, I can't argue with that! heehee.

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