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A Call for Arms

Answer the call.

By E.J. TangonanPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Shit’s so bad, I woke up pissed

Sun-kissed and dissed, this fit hit me like a fist

Needing a tryst with the slits in my wrist

The glitz and the glam of this sham are not to be missed

You say you’re grateful

But that’s it. You say it

Words can be as useless

As a game people aren’t playing

There’s a flood of hypocrisy

We’ve been displaying

And yet, so desperate to call

Other people out within the fray

What’s worse is you’re not punished

But in fact, rewarded

For the way you treated me

You aborted me

sad poetry
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About the Creator

E.J. Tangonan

It's not hard doing self-deprecating humor. I just suck at it.

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