Nine in ten poets are
Righteous
When it’s safe.
You think-
Yes: you
You think this is a prescription.
You see it like a whitepaper
You think your pet project is virtue.
But I see teeth.
Old friends
Lost boys.
With fast hands and slow hearts
Stop pretending.
Don’t be weak.
I hate poets
Like you.
Like me.
Fucking coward.
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Author:
Bigguy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Whatever politics you think I wrote this about, you're the reason I wrote it.
Paper a white flag of truce, a cowards retreat. Wow! nothing like calling like you see it a fave for courage on this ride. And to include oneself a medal of honor., Short and to the point you have called us all out and rightly so. I bow to you.
Thank you! I am glad you like it, and that the angry tone didn't put you off!
You are most welcome
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