your wild beast of fakery
lest tomorrow be the same
to you I’m less than derisory
it seems I’m viewed as empty space,
a nocturnal drift to an overspill
as you scream without fear or grace,
respect is just a word without weight
as you scour the recesses of my patience,
the wild beast of fakery arrives on time
as wallets are opened and contents procured
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