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Sunday, December 01, 2019

Some scumbag

Some scumbag
skulks inwardly
with a shining smile
for all to see,
call him genuine
- and he is
just not
what they think
he is
on the inside

sleeps in a cell
on a cot
eating gruel
and dreams
of forbidden
things,
a monster shot through
with urges and drives
that grope
and
cling.

And he can control
them all, he just doesn't
at all. Which is why
everyone's seen

everything.
Call him genuine
and he is

it's a mystery to him
why everyone sees
and nobody sees

how disgusting
this is.

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