What a pity, and
All my shame
Goes out the
Window.
There’s nevermore
In this land, and I hate
To see a waste of
Fucking time.
Settle down,
It’s all so curious, and I’m
The frightful one.
Please, don’t say another.
Word.
That’s all that I’ve
Got to hate.
I’m the wrong one.
Hidden heretic
With jealousy issues,
Broken by the system, and
Let down by their peers.
Only one of us
Walks away
With memories
To suit style;
And preference
To the rest
Of the
Penmanship.
