Real Devils Don’t Have Details
Name blame and shame
Swift sometimes
that walk around
Parts that seemed
skipped
footprints no footfall
above the ground
Hearts that got ripped—shredded actually
CSI-sanitized
leaving no trace factually
Best kept secrets
don’t have a source
No file names, inconspicuous, and de-centralized
of course
While masses follow manuals, policies, and guidelines
greed accrues net interest
comfortably
with feet up on the sidelines
bets and banks on your compliance
dividends sweet
from your reliance
quite content with unconscious awareness
Yeah, remain clueless
Sue less
Be true less
Could give two shits about the fairness
Consider this
a formal request to be
a non-participant
conscientious objector
missing screw
delinquent account and
‘fuck-them-all’ defector
Fight
however
you
wanna
fight
flip the bird
send a letter
Just know
should you join this winning team
no one but
no one
kicks ass better
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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Comments (6)
Powerful slam!!! Love it!!💕❤️❤️
Excellent. Get 'em!
lol this is golden!! You snapped on this one. I especially love this line. “with feet up on the sidelines” so true!
Best kept secrets don't have a source. That is sooooo true! Loved your poem!
I really like your use of rhyme and language here! Excellent work...and I will give up on my search for those details!
This is what my mother-in-law always said of me, lol. She always wanted me to speak to the customer service representative when there was an issue. I always tried to give them a chance to do the right thing, but if they were recalcitrant....