appreci-hate

my dear fool
your poetry has failed

my dear fool
your promises have wrong hollow

my dear fool
your whip cracks the air, and my back is free of blemish

my dear fool
your big black boot has missed my balls

my dear fool
your chains choke only themselves

my dear fool
you have threatened me
only with happiness, you have cursed me
only with freedom, you have abandoned me, only to new pleasure

my dear fool
your poetry has failed
and mine has not.


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