Saturday, 25 January 2014


We could never lose,
Were never meant to,
At least that what we were
Led to believe.

Rotten waste sculpted,
Laid out for all to admire
And gasp at;
The genius of an artistic mind,
Beautiful without even knowing.

Only it all bollocks,
Complete and utter,
As my father would like to say
And apparently the rest of the world,
If you care to ask.

Do you care to?
Or did you know all along?

Plotting to hide the truth away
Leaving just me,
A faltering idiot,
Who all could laugh at.

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