with eyes wide opened
I listened to perverted
reality flowing freely
from fingers
you thought yourself
a king of comedy,
the master of pillage
and plunder of minds
bodies and souls
bent truths
for the benefit
of yourself and crew
thinking you
had right of passage
across seas and space
I fear not being
the punch line
in your repertoire
for while I entertained
your warped mind,
I kept others
from being bit players
in your game of charades

C



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