P A P E R C
R O W N
I made you,
but you're falling apart-
I put together your lips
with sticks, and stones-
fashioned your bones-
you were human,
with a paper crown.
You led wars,
I made you.
But you're falling apart,
and no one wants to pick up the pieces.
Some king you are.
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N A R S C I S S T
Yes, you're a narcissist,
faults and failure don't seem
to reach you;
you turned around; turned down-
turned on-
you're a self denied
Stalinist with a fatal attraction to
love poetry-
Today I could hear them screaming.
pitiful men, dressed up,
falling down,
playing
GOD.
Today, I could hear them screaming.
yes, you're a narcissist
pride and dignity
fail to reach you here.
you've dug a pit there- and
i can only turn around;
i promise one day I won't cry
just for your sake-
this new world order,
is an awful future.
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P R E T T Y
The pretty aesthtics of your body
draws lines in my lips,
disconnected-
I'm shuddering at the thought-
i'll let myself into the tide of you,
swept under,
I don't care if I lose myself-
Because even in this single moment
of obscurity;
only you are enough.