no, i have no taste for it
i breathe a slow breath and
you sigh into the balloon
it expands into a long winded
lie, a tale of deceit, a tattered
worn book you bought with a dime.
cheap lies, dirty minds, foolish
waste lingering behind. don’t
saddle me with this bullshit
you peddle to feed your feeble
spine, a load of bullshit in repeat
eating your young and spitting
out fire to your wicked inward denial.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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#Poetry #Shortverse #Jackass
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