I think she loved the brute,
Although he was slightly cruel.
Momma told her he was no good,
But since when was she made of gold?
But now a day who is golden?
Molded and sculptured...
Monsters of faked silver
Is all we are, is it not?
Mind yourself and only yourself,
Because outside in the world,
No one will care about you like yourself will.
So listen little angel, be safe.
Out there it's a tad bit dangerous,
Under the radar.
Nobodies got your back,
You're all on your own.
Leave the nest,
Kill the rest.
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LIFE IN POETRY
PuisiDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
