Poison Gifts

A life of writing poetry is the only one for me

My days consist of putting pen to paper, sleep, repeat

Neatly tucked away from all the drama

I have my share of demons

I don’t need the vouchsafed gifts of others

Poison in disguise

Given looking down their nose

Expecting thanks for lies

Shying from the world is easy

Often it’s your smartest choice when you don’t like competing

Greed is the worst lover

It makes you change the way you treat yourself and others

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