The Dummy

Your dull prose is nothing compared to my exquisite poetry
You speak of sophistication with subtle vulgarity
Your cunning smile could defile the pureness of the air around
Please sort out your real prophecies from fabricated truths
They will never get you to Mount Olympus

I resent people like you who hide in an ugly façade
Your idle tears twist the inner corner of my guts
My dog couldn’t even dare to stomach
You rub elbows with socialites so much
You didn’t notice your arms are already scarred.


About Pinky

lost in space avoiding black holes and reaching for the stars, an alien whose life on earth is boring...
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