Did anyone ever pretend to dig you,
Just to get under your skin?
Personal benefits to miserly benefactors
Withdrawn from your bank account with interest,
Collected & deposited in gold-lined pockets
Where human nature wipes its sweat,
Masked by predatory pleasantries and passing facades
Always taking you by surprise, hooking you,
Undermining mind, flesh, and soul for gold:
Adapted alphas who sense weaknesses
Studying you to exploit the resources,
Pick-up artists who drew you up
With subversive strings attached to those hooks,
Puppeteers of personal, political, and financial gain
With tentacles plunged into every trauma,
Powerful pricks with vulnerable victimhoods
Triggered by guilt, doubt, and flaws,
Daddies without children, impotent without abuse
With raised fruits fermented rotten,
Priests without bells molested with faith,
So sick with sin they want to end the world to end,
Leaders who led us into their personal hell
Trumped by adversity grabbed by the pussy,
Fallacious failures collapsed into themselves
Who always think they know you better than themselves;
Their passion is poetry burning in me,
Their power is mineable gold to see,
Their privilege is tangled up in weeds,
Their dirt is sifted between the lines;
I dig them.
Powerful stuff.
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