Ok, ok, less lyrics. You want the real shit, right? Well you got it.
Poetry. Poorly thought out poetry. But would poetry be any fun if you really had to think about it?
No. It wouldn't. At least not for me.
Here's a poem called 'Trust'.
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A two way system with no law
Just expectation.
Putting your hands in another
And hoping that another's hands
Fit your hands when another
Comes to fit your hands to gloves
There is no half-way.
If there is no total
There is no at all
And that is all.
The rewards are plentiful
But the process is demanding
Repeated pressure required
From the iron feet.
It moulds, solidifies,
liquifies, scalds, seals,
solidifies, heats, boils and
evaporates if not kept under cool.
Best look at the positives,
Trust is the decision to choose
Just one person out of all
To be happy dying by.
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Write more poetry please.
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