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) (
Online) - Published: September 14th, 2025 00:09
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