Transparency

Perhaps it says something about me
When I look his     way I only see
A slip of space     a vast vacancy
Or perhaps I find  myself insecure
When chiseled         abs I endure
But suddenly           venom bites
'Neath words           now I write
Poison flows           grows grows
And I want to         eureka flaws
Make him evil         find his box
Warn everyone         to stay away
Twist his ego         reshape clay
Inside I know         truth unfold
He I would be        if it be told
Accepting his        granite frame
Know the name        American game
And yet I find, the harder I stare
It is obvious, he's not even there

 

 

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