Blunted Haunt

Life arisen from experience
of futile, of fulfilling
from being a human in circumstances driven
by the hands of necessity, the thrills of want
to fulfill the desires and acquiring through taunt

I dismantle my education
to build mistrust
sweep my finger the dust
under the clean carpets of the just

Uncover a truth so plain
of a life so empty
I wish to be let down gently
but linger I will

So cold so shrill
into the soul of an old man in full swill
I let the words flow freely from my mouth
as it is only the truth I may spill

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