Forgive me for not what I do
But forgive me of who I am
I have a job to do when called upon
My senses are dulled and numbed for many a reason
The average human would never understand.
I'm led to stage with no emotion or I'll willed intent
The crowd is jeering and scoffing with nihilism
Like a stagehand behind a curtain
I get the nod and yank the rope
And just like that another neck is broken.
Again forgive me for not what I do,
But forgive me for who I am.
The Executioner
MGM, May 2nd 2020.
I sadly enjoy much coffee, and if you feel as though tipping me a coffee would help my creativity, I would greatly accept your tip towards the purchase of a coffee, or perhaps a nice french press. Thanks for stopping by and checking out my poem.
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Matthew Mikituk
I have addictions, that drives my creativity. Coffee is definately is my current addiction. If you find anything amusing, appalling, upsetting or insightful, that was my goal. Tipping me a coffee truly does go a long way.
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