Sara L Russell, 17/5/14 00:29am
I speak, therefore I damn.
Complacent in my seat of ancient learning,
I can and will
undo your fragile notions,
your vapid little dreams;
I'll pierce your ego with a word.
Your ego is absurd.
I sleep in blameless peace.
Reclining on my cloud of contemplation,
I can and do
lampoon your trite devotions,
tug on their fraying seams;
I'll take your confidence away
with everything I say.
You're weaker than I am,
Regurgitated clichés haunt your writing,
you know it's true
You wear the same emotions;
no common sense redeems
the foolish things you write
- till I slay them with spite.
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