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Poets, The Innocent Liars
sometimes we have to fake to live
for a nice feedback to receive
thus, our hearts are quite and calm
and yet, we express too much pain
we are liars, the deceiftul writers
wicked crafters, and manipulators
we seek sympathy and others attention
even against our own self-abnegation
but, sincerely we are very bad actors
making color movies from old cliches
outdated scripts and Hitchcock scenarios
to look pitiful in masked low-budget thrillers
the innocent words to outwardly deliver
alas ! die so fast on our whimsical papers
they won't survive bitterly mouthed rants
the sooner they collapse in levity vains
when the words are then delivered
like born from the womb of the mind
and of the heart as they must really do
they are parentless offsprings on earth
we just deliver the extra burden
carelessly on the papers' margin
for we don't feel them belonging
to the self which has suffered the birthing
we still pain and suffer though,
as the words are the only victims
we stuff them with false feelings
and cast them on life's margin
we won't ever then be complaining
if the impact will never stand longer
as we only write for words' sake
not for a cause we are defending
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