Our parallels
So unparalleled,
double standard at its best.
This carousel,
That never quells,
When do we put this all to rest?
This putrid hell,
Starting to smell,
Much like that of the bull.
“Hope your doing wells”
with Molotov shells,
You push, but I no longer pull.
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Author:
PoeticBiscuit (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2023 23:34
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Comments1
most impressed with this write.
a good one.
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