Cry Wolf

You can’t trust a poet,

They’ll always tell you what you NEED to know,

instead of what you WISH to know.

Never love a poet; they fall in love too fast.

They drink like fish,

Fall for this…

–A sucker for a soft kiss.

Poets make me sick.

And plus, they’re lazy; they never want to leave you.

God please forgive me, but I hate these people.

Their blood runs deep,

And they never plant their feet.

They always have somewhere to go..

But it’s easy to find them.

They’re never too loud.

They hide in quiet places.

I heard it helps them think.

ONLY to pour their heart out,

all on a single sheet.

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2 comments

  1. Big daddy says:

    Yo this one touched me. Really dope poem. I absolutely love your way with words. They come alive when you read them.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Gabriel S. Tucker says:

    Hahahaha, this is pretty clever and dare I say it…. “self – deprecating”. From one poet to another, this is golden. * snap snap*

    Liked by 1 person

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