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Plastic People!Those who seek out vengeance, Have such a hate inside, They hide behind false bravo, Thinking their cowardice they can hide. But man is not perfection, We all have fine cracked flaws, For always beneath the rose petal, Are hidden a million claws! To scratch away at the surface, To dig deep down inside, To eke it out, to prise apart, The evil they try to hide. A bile of hate omits, From a mouth full of verbal abuse, To try to hurt, to inflict such pain, Spewing a hate so intent so profuse. Cocooned in a petal so soft, The thorns are hidden deep inside, Beware of the unseen dangers, For they cause a wound so ugly and wide. Verbally they continue on, Projecting a person so immature, and pathetic, Spitting out venom, hurting with words, From a heart made out of prosthetic... Plastic people in a plastic world, A mind full of twisted thought, A plastic heart, a plastic soul, Here a lesson should be taught. For to omit this barrage of abuse so unkind, Retribution should be sought, Maybe then, it will stop, For justice will be brought. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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