TIN MANA Poem by The Unknown Sith"no quarter given to an empty hand"TIN MAN Detergent washes away my sin shedding it like snakeskin Leeches own my poison as I drink to cleanse the evil from within I am a rustic modern version Tin Man under my foot no expiration date only made in China The ultimate stan playing a surreal deadly Russian roulette version of hangman I'm in a nightmarish video game with only one man and no quarter given to an empty hand My only move is not to Justify to just survive
Life expectancy never expected My birth delivered D.O.A. consider me the results of foul child play as I sink to the bottom of New England's murky bay Stunt doubles standing sniffing glue at my eulogy with an empty casket into dark earth Tombstone covered in sheep's cloth Hours later a quarter lay on my fresh grave inscribed on the underside is the word "slave". by the unknown sith © 2021 The Unknown SithFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorThe Unknown SithMaryville, TNAboutI write in a b*****d style. It entertains my brain. My subject are primarily insane. I like to sometime take a story, idea, policy...and write from the opposing side. I find it very original and satis.. more..Writing
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