A few lines off a poem I’m writing for my “Shadow People” book…

“Loud as hell, mumbling with such mouth gorged with pearls, going in circles
By no means I wished to make part in your carnival, never accepted the invitation
I enjoy best being the spectator, in your clowning act, overlooked in your circus
Water flowers won’t be enough to put your ass in the place it should be situated.

This must be the effects of poor tolerance
This must be the effects of the liquor in your blood
It brings the visage of your imprudent ignorance
Whiffing while looping around with pigs in the mud.”

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