Been getting trolled recently,
Folks with an axe, eager to grind.
Pushing at boundaries,
they feel they define.
But as in defence, taught of the self.
In carrying weapons, don’t sit on the fence.
Because i am deft, I saw from your gait.
Your bold enough, to, fall for my bait.
Your road mending days, are ending today.
Renounce your aggression, or let’s play-date. Charade
Don’t be mistaken, by eyeliner snaz,
My lethal intentions stealthily has.
Your demise, in disguise, fortitude lament. You lucky day ended.
Crawl and repent.
No interest in servitude, equality’s all.
Just don’t tempt my candour.
Pride before (you) fall.
I’ll hide until my trail is colder than snow.
Then end it (you).You see, then no one will know.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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