Fuzzy James Poems

A withered face
Pale and unforgiving
Laden with eternal darkness
Inside no shred of virtue living
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Why do we favour their wandering eye?
Degrading our conscience.
Astride the nigh we follow along
Abetting and aiding
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The brooding cult inside thy mind
Is seldom bound or chained
I crave the answers sought and find
A demon's temper pained
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If i was a scholar
I'd holler it from the rooftops
I'd not make a dollar
But follow philosophers footsteps
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My mind is canvas for the paints of wonder
A wharf that harbours knowledge most profound
It quells all thoughts cavorting lady thunder
Yet trembles under fear of crashing sound
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SCREW this is a verb
This SCREW is a noun
SCREW YOU are two words
That bring on a frown
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