it is he who
with a filthy
mouth calls
the world as
he sees it.
his eyes know
no prejudice,
just as his
tongue speaks
no lies.
he can tell
the maiden from
the whore, and
the nobleman
from the jester.
he is not well
liked, yet in
his self-loathing
state there is
a sense of
something no
bitch or cheat
could ever
hope to possess.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoesíaThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
