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2021, ants and ankles and mimes, creative writing, disappointment, emotions, justice, karma, poem, poetic justice, poetry, wine
How easy would it be
To drown the feelings in red wine?
How many glasses would it take
To leave it all behind?
I don't agree with slanted limits
They set for us, those snakes,
Those fools,
What would it take
To break their spirits,
Destroy their grip,
Rewrite the rules?
Laugh all you want,
Your days are numbered,
There is a chart that karma keeps,
It's been two decades
I've grown stronger,
But you will wither in your sleep.
Ant has been biting,
Ankles cracking,
Mimes playing roles they can't sustain,
I've always thought
You were the good ones -
All you can do is hiss and feign.
