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Whose graffiti defaced
my pristine wall
of tranquility?

Whose angry shears of hatred
have made ribbons of
my silken certainty?

Whose defaming words
have scarred and pocked
my skin of sensitivity?

I never asked for them
to force feed me their mud pies
and call it decadence

I didn't order their poison
served up in martini glasses
on the rocks, I give no cheers
to what

Has stumbled me in gutters
and asphyxiated my song

No, I didn't ask for it

But now it is mine...


What will I do with it now
what prophesy will resound
when screams come crashing
back round to pound
and plunder through
my head?