A general statement

There’ll always be those who abuse the system, but
Is that a reason to neglect those at their lowest?
It feels like saying that we need no doctors
Due to the few ones who will fake their sickness.

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Poems on demand

Doing poems on demand
Empty, pretentious and bland
Not a feeling of my own
It’s a wonder I haven’t thrown
Up.

Words that I don’t really mean
Catchy, sterile and clean
Not a feeling to convey
There’s no problem as long as they
Like.

Whole affair’s just a joke
Silly, facetious and fake
Not a feeling left in me
Just a moment and it will be
Gone.

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