Stripped Stoned Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Stripped Stoned



I stripped you to the bone,
nothing was there.
Like an empty store,
your shelves are bare.

I don't like what I see,
when I walk your shoes.
You want everything,
and never need to choose.

I'll stumble to your grave,
and spew on the stone.
Because even in death,
you deserve to be alone.

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