a name and a face distract from what words create
so start as you mean to continue--
take it back or scratch the itch
at the base of your spine, like lovers divine
or complete lunatics.
we know it's in your nature, we know it's what you do,
but fuck your compromise, despite the lives you've touched, that's no kind of excuse.
your words hold no purpose, no world to describe
a shallow hint at a surface to be your demise
step it up or back it down, in the ground or out the mouth
would cutting out be too cliche?
seems no way to escape that fate.
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