ILP

by Matthias L. - Capricorn

It's turned out just as a fraud
a scam that cost me
some of my best 20 lines,
deformed, to fit into your
french flower bouquet
hard to swallow xerox-quality 
how could I believe
my work was something
special
when anyone is in
and the eyes of the pyramid only look upwards
it's tempting to call this
'mind-rape'
I'm eager to explore
what Dante would have planned for you
for collecting all those dreams
flushing them down the drain
to be one of thirty-three
and meaningless the same

Birth sign: Capricorn
Date created: 2001-12-08 11:54:20
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:23
Poem ID: 66101

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