Poetry

Blow Your Mind

A Dictator and a Poet,
Both Speak All Right.
Contrast would Arise,
When Each hold a Mic.
You and I are Just
Flesh and Blood
As if it were Enough
To Term us Alike.

You and Your Ways are
Banned in My Book.
I still Tremble Deep
At the Thought of Your Spook.

I’ve Turned the Tables Now,
To Give you the Taste
Of What I Dub as
Your Shit and Your Waste.

Wait till You Realize
I’m not Your Kind.
Wait till You’re Late to See
How I Blow Your Mind.


Photo Credit: paullita100

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