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If you ever find yourself seated among men whose words…
Peacock
August 2, 2019
You beat your chest all the time,
Inflicting pains to your innocent heart,
Now it wails like a hungry toddler
whose mother voyaged away with all the milk.
You beat your chest all the time,
And crowned yourself a demigod,
screaming of your enviable talents
And blinding ears with the dust of lies.
You beat your chest all the time,
Drag and brag of your Instagram followers,
Like a peacock covered in beautiful feathers
You cannot fly.
Why do you beat your chest all the time
When you are just famous, broke and broken?
Nice piece..
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Haha. This is a very nice poem
Thank you dear.
Always intriguing
Thanks dear.