This vacuous space between
The words and commas that you speak
Liquidate what’s left of me
Disingenuous insults hurled so
Perfectly aimed and cherry picked
Precise and sharp and aptly wit
Like razor blades they cut a slice
Targeted malice but at what price?
To redeem this man his suffered worth
Or his self indulgent sense of birth
This big tall man of men
This giant, titan king of them
Bruised sore loser maniac
Faulty wiring physopath
You think you fill up a room
With all your charm that you exhume
Mr. handsome know it all
Has all the answers can’t be wrong
Every hair precisely in place
Matches the cold stiff smile on your face
The premeditated answers that you give And mannequin like movements as you shift
The others start to cock their heads
And their disbelief begins to spread
All of your false and fake pretenses
Come crashing down around the fences
The walls you built to hide the truth
Crumble down and can’t save you
All this in vain as you creep out
The room you ruled now filled with doubt
Thoughts and curiosities that I could not resist nor would they relent so here they live transform change and shape such a beautiful and lovely escape....nOey
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