An angry poem by a very kind poet, A. L.

Lately I see power
and I dont like it.
Fuck the will the power.
It absorbs your soul and turns
it into gold dust sprincled shit.
Killing romance
and innocent love of flower.
The power to control
the power to manipulate
Mindbrain force to go round the back and kick you on the ass
leaving you wondering
what the fuck happened.
And you now laughing
high up on your mountain gloriously surrounded
protected by walls
and grey bricks
and barbed wire,
admiring your loneliness
which you've named genious

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