Poetic-Verses
those who pretend~~
Bold in scope~~yet timid
in execution..
call it fear, laziness, or
self-immolation..
A self-imposed masochist..
A willingness to be the beggar's fool..
and the rich man's foot stool..
An all around guy, that would suffer for you so..
And hand you the nails and bless you for your cruelty..
And accept, that it matters not~~
If it's a lie or the truth..
Send me to Hell, and I'll send you a post card
that says, "Wish you were here, I most certainly miss you my dear.."
I can push myself to the limits, I can give you just one "Look"
and have you hate me, just on principles alone..
You think of me as a coward~~A weakling..
With no defenses to offer thee,
Beat me, rape me, If it makes you happy..
A well-deserving victim, the likes of which, you'll never find..
Who wants nothing more than my fair share of abuse..
~~Yet..
In darkness, where secrets are kept,
and vengeance is planned..
And the tears that I cry, opens up a hole in the sky..
That swallows whole, those who are the real transgressors..
~~those who pretend they're human..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 28, 2014
copy right reserved 2014
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in execution..
call it fear, laziness, or
self-immolation..
A self-imposed masochist..
A willingness to be the beggar's fool..
and the rich man's foot stool..
An all around guy, that would suffer for you so..
And hand you the nails and bless you for your cruelty..
And accept, that it matters not~~
If it's a lie or the truth..
Send me to Hell, and I'll send you a post card
that says, "Wish you were here, I most certainly miss you my dear.."
I can push myself to the limits, I can give you just one "Look"
and have you hate me, just on principles alone..
You think of me as a coward~~A weakling..
With no defenses to offer thee,
Beat me, rape me, If it makes you happy..
A well-deserving victim, the likes of which, you'll never find..
Who wants nothing more than my fair share of abuse..
~~Yet..
In darkness, where secrets are kept,
and vengeance is planned..
And the tears that I cry, opens up a hole in the sky..
That swallows whole, those who are the real transgressors..
~~those who pretend they're human..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 28, 2014
copy right reserved 2014
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