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I didn't choose this raincoat called skin

By Rowan Finley Published 4 years ago 1 min read
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They were biased beyond belief,

to the point that there was no relief.

They were looking for a specific slant,

something they would have no need to recant.

So, they readily accepted everyone who thought the same,

everyone slanted left, those who went and came.

Such biases were accommodating for the works that were sexual,

it was their drug, their one thing perpetual.

They chose the works that fed their embedded messages,

the ones that satisfied their fiendish fetishes.

They conspired to praise the perverted,

and limit the pure ones and those who had been converted.

I just want to express the truth

in a real-world-kind-of-way,

there is not much more,

or less,

that I should even try to say.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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