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the face behind the mask

Posted to Poetry




you stalk me like a Tiger
looking for a piece of meat
our brief conversations irk
for I do not know you
or understand your impulses
to get close with those claws

you claim to be wise and wily
an educated man, you claim being
a teacher, a master, a man above
the peons, the peasants, the little,
and the lost

I can see the cruel streak
in what you write, laughing
at all the mistakes perceived
judging any and all except
the fatal flaw, insecurity
must stalk you too

Too abide by the rules
you bend them just so
to suit your petty game
I have no interest
of playing with your ego
life is too short
so stay away from me
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Star