Poetry · Writing

rating and reason

to hate;

i hate that i see it through these lens

with a rating and reason

never a smile and love.

bashing ripping tearing

screaming what do you mean

down a shallow hall

sending it back like a fastball.

instead of putting up your feet

having a beer

watching the game

laughing,

prison built of habits

guards wearing suits of routine

leaving the building on a scholarship of toxic purpose;

the one who judges

master of soup tasting

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