Posed on poetic corners
A lifeless foreigner
Speaking gibberish
That is meaningless
Eyes diverted from direct affects
The loneliness of selfishness
Babies whining about
Not having enough clout
To succeed in what is wanted
So they feel discounted
Driving forces
Against the scores
Of sick faces that glare
Through masses of tangled hair
Nevertheless, who really cares
About foolishness and lies
Eventually they all will die
And left alone just as before
Will be the pitiful whore
Posed on another poetic corner
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