people, politics and poets

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some bullies are just straight-up a******s
dark and ugly
but they're honest about it
you know what to expect
there's something almost comforting in that
like a busted lightbulb you can count on
to flicker

every goddamn time you need a bit of clarity

then there’s the bubbly ones
all smiles and sweetness
pretty as a f*****g postcard of a bimbo on a beach
but underneath
backstabbing with the grace of a ballet dancer
apologizing like they didn’t just spoil your smile
and acting like confused airheads
oh, i didn’t mean it, they'll say
while plotting the next slice

and you?
you sit there
wasting time wondering why you didn’t see it sooner
shaking your head

like it's a broken jukebox setting the record straight and you let it play
then move on

'cause in the end
it ain't the bullies that matter
but the ones who stick

and those people i cherish