Poem – My pen it spits at you

My pen it spits at you

All the things you

Run away from

Including the all but forgotten truth

 

My pen it spits at you

Venomous the ink

As you smear it across your face

With your every futile

Attempt to wipe it off

 

My pen it spits at you

Hands forever stained

Growing darker every day

Frightened by facts

You cannot face

 

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