run away from the kingdom you lead
then you can tell me how to be
upon your high chair you look down and laugh
but i see a world far beyond your own
decrypt my salty tears
as words tumble from the mountain of debris
misalign my thoughts
and rhetoric a way to some resounding fallacy
arguing the resemblance of a failed man
you make a mockery of me
to you i say relish the pickled fights you have trophied in glass jars
for they will crumble as you do
but for me, well
i'll show fortitude during the collapse
that much is true
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the emotions i display
display a mind lost at play
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trust not the koth
but the one who savours no triumph
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// a Weird Fish poem
