A hot-air soap box
Self-appointed arbiter of reality hovering above it
Awakened
Targets sighted in at a distance
Scoff. Scoff.
Dialed in that detective’s sneer
Locked
Gospel spewing with conviction
Fingers tipping
“LIES!”
– Riveting —
Mediocre drivel dribbling drool swishing the lower bowl’s drooping swoop into the terminal tip
White crispy crust stained corners of the lips powdering prints like a crime scene
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Author:
CanaryInTheGrave (
Online) - Published: September 13th, 2026 19:20
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