Monday, December 29, 2025

Fowl words for fowl deeds

 And everyone refuses

To understand

That I don’t need 

A fucking man


I cry for the loss

To the two I love most

For the pain of their father

A living ghost


I haven’t lost a thing

Just a paper ring

But they’ve lost 

The great American dream


How can I look them in the eye

And explain why

Everything’s changing

It’s been blown apart

Because I listened to his lies

Instead of my heart

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