Two of a Kind

I have decided to live and give you fits
Life is worth all your crap to give you the shits
Why should a good poet commit suicide
When a target like you beckons far and wide
For some sharp ridicule? I would be a fool
To pass up an opportunity like this
I am puckering up my sarcasm's kiss
If revenge is sweet your ignorance is bliss

Of course there are a lot of other reasons
To shuffle back into this mortal coil
The beautiful the true the changing seasons
But I really love to make your blood boil
I vow you will only feel the burn you earn
In spite of this I know you never learn
But never mind that as the blind lead the blind
Despite our means and ends let us be friends

Do you remember? We are two of a kind!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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