Wielded
like a
loaded gun
His phone
was thrusted
forth
Proof
of what
I knew
was false
Refusing
all
discourse
Armed
with but
an empty
tweet
Chosen
by a
bot
His mind
was trapped
inside a myth
Whose fiction
dearly
— bought
(Rosemont College: April, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline)
- Published: April 27th, 2025 11:24
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Buyer beware and now days beware all. A good read with a good message
Thanks SB. I'm afraid of where we're headed !
I'm afraid of where we are already at
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