.THIS HAND AND MORE.
Sometimes it feels
Useless to put my
Blood on the canvas
For the crowd to
Examine when they
Don't even know what
They're looking at.
It's alright as long
As there are a couple
Eyes who see the layers
And the sides.
What keeps me pushing
Upright is the small
Chance and a few good
Swings left.
Most of this is for
Myself and parts
For my peoples in
The gutters, for
The anxious souls
In corners,
For workers,
Pornhub amateurs,
Left field creators,
Lonely masturbators,
Those who sacrifice
Their comfort,
Deep thinkers,
Loved ones and
Lovers, past,
Present, future.
Some forget this
Is more than literature
But this hand hasn't.
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