Untitled deathrow

How strange is

the uniformity

and the way you

see it

is not even that strange

 

How distortions become

a part

of the mirage

and the rage

that generates those ripples

on the forehead

of your cemented self

is disastrously destitute,

lost versimillitude

becomes apparent, latent, creates a religion out of

somnambulism

 

A jest born out of paucity

of glorified terminal illneses,

A farce written on the long tongues and thick thighs

of social disgraces

You are trapped in them, with them,

You helped them

when they conspired the trap

Why were you magnanimous

when they nailed you on your lolling tongue

your legs taught you how to bend

your words taught you to make amends

while you slurped all the immorall phlegm and you did it morally

you were dishonest even when you were commiting crimes

now you know

why they sold you in dozens just for a fucking dime

 

 

Signed

A.

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5 thoughts on “Untitled deathrow

  1. Purnimodo says:

    I both love it and feel like a dumdum at the same time (paucity, phlegm etc…. my high school diploma is worthless!)

  2. Purnimodo says:

    I mean.. I love and feel like a dumdum.. Sigh my English!!

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