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Who are you?

What the fuck do you think?
You, with your receding hairline
you, with your caged mind
and weak manhood,
telling me tasteless jokes
whilst my best friend is dying?
You, with your fucking greed
and petty mind.
Who are you to expect me
to be flawless, flawless to the core
at the age of fifty four?
Who are you to expect me
to accept your hunger for
fresh and willing flesh,
your hunger for innocent minds
though sobered hearts.
Who are you?
Written by Chiyo (Miss Chi)
Published | Edited 24th Apr 2014
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