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Nothing Like a Prayer
(sonnet)
I’m on my knees but nothing like a prayer.
For this… is not for view of godly eyes.
Too many faces, too much lost despair;
The corpses piled like shrines to facts’ despise.
The barker king, who seethed at teen’s retweet
That owned his ancient ass in Twitter wars,
Is still the author of his own defeat,
Now drinking bleach, a cure we should explore!
‘Kay so, listen, I know how hard this is,
He’s never really been that into you.
“Your wrong, the Fox just told me I’m still his,
I have his hat and MAGA love is true!”
As true love heart beats stop, I’m on my knees,
Blind faith is deadlier than this disease.
I’m on my knees but nothing like a prayer.
For this… is not for view of godly eyes.
Too many faces, too much lost despair;
The corpses piled like shrines to facts’ despise.
The barker king, who seethed at teen’s retweet
That owned his ancient ass in Twitter wars,
Is still the author of his own defeat,
Now drinking bleach, a cure we should explore!
‘Kay so, listen, I know how hard this is,
He’s never really been that into you.
“Your wrong, the Fox just told me I’m still his,
I have his hat and MAGA love is true!”
As true love heart beats stop, I’m on my knees,
Blind faith is deadlier than this disease.
Published 30th Apr 2020
Author's Note
30 of 30 - yes, I know it's sad, my mom and dad had dementia, too.
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