Why do I play the fool
Who's intention is never
Malicious but gets interpreted
As though insult is my goal
Am I that stupid not see my words
As others do lest I be the target
Of that very same affliction
Coming into the light only
As the dance of voices spin dizzily
Out of control slamming
Into each other like fists
Uncovered bleeding thoughts
Of reprisal from whom I believe
To be friendly
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