No, I don't appreciate the deceit
Or the apathy or the conceit
And no, I don't want to celebrate a
Party to commend a traitor
But I guess you would never understand
Since you're head's in twisted fairyland.
Is it nice there? Does glitter surround you?
Are there mermaids? I hope they drown you.
I'm sure twisted sprites glow and dance on air,
It's gorgeous, I'm sure, but I don't care;
You can play destroyer in fairyland,
I'll conquer the world. I'm in command.
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How I Vent
PoetryThis is my second poetry collection where I come to vent my thoughts.