They’re so needy
There’s no one more

important than she

What direction did
they scream their
blessings and curses

frog temples

all rot into

worthlessness

Their store
was protected by
birds and a gun

desperate sinners
lick the toad

every where they look

it is Sour glitter
for a party of one

dine at your own peril

Vintage designer jeans
now lay

abandoned
in a stream

not endorsed by

any celebrities

Poetry Maybe

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