a pity, a self

in your face
and in your place
a negative embossed
thinks its winning a race
winning a place
in hearts and minds
testing the hardship
in order to find
a pity, a self
a dust on the shelf
that gathers and harbors
the testimony of time
the carpet universal
that covers your prime
and the vantage you seek
from high horses that buck
throws dreams into dust
and say an almighty fuck
for your ignorance is violence
lack of hospitality a disgrace
and its all I can do
to walk away
in your face
in your place
to walk away
in your face
run your race.

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