Demonstrative and beguiling
Rip away at you from all sides
Nothing to gain from your death
And still they don’t trust you yet
Grumbling and stumbling
Into a resistant consistency
Can someone tell me please
How many licks does it
Actually take to get there?
Is the goal to be something
Or to become something
To end up with nothing or
To have it taken all away
Aquire the whole then
Leave it all for the crows
Make an impact publicly
Or quietly from behind
The scenes the serenes
The satisfaction guarantees
All add up to one more
When I had so much less before
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Poétique 