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It

May 19, 2019
By Anonymous

He struts past me

And gives me an Arctic stare

Only thinking of the black and white

The only grey zone

Is his hair

He cackles with his fellow kings

Glaring in my direction

And he sees a leper

A dirt-smattered peasant

Dragging himself down the muddy road

The only thing he gives

Is the spit from his drooling mouth

As he stalks away

I only remember a maggot

Fit to be crushed by a shoe.



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