OldePunk telling it like it is!
Kiss kiss and make-believe. Former slaves no longer free. That’s not me. I am not free to be. One or three. Coarse touches in loving hate. Touching my body but not my face. Clean the plate and do not be late to the falling of the city gates. Wrap yourself in flags and olive leaf. I still do not believe. Conceive the intricacies in which to populate the morning news hypocrisies. More or less punctuating the state of our loose skin and crumbling facade disease. Unease creeps up into the playground of the democracies. Where we go and what we know is no longer made up of niceties. Or the 90’s. Just drown me or shoot. Take what I owe, I know I want to leave but there’s nowhere else to go. So kiss kiss and make-believe. I will come home soon and scrub it clean. This festering wound in…
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