The writing on the wall

Have you seen the writing on the wall?

It doesn’t tell about the people who must suffer
It’s not a story of a broken-hearted lover
It doesn’t portray hate against the government
It doesn’t spark debate on unemployment
It wasn’t scrawled down by a soul that wrings in agony
Nor by a woman fighting hard against misogyny

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
It’s just a scribble by a 12-year-old.

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To Mr Drumpf

You’ve earned my most respect, dear mister president
Your wall of knowledge stuns each US resident
In my degree of scholarship, I am no match for you
You truly have the better words, you do
You tweet like no tomorrow and you bathe in pee
Yet there’s a small advice I want to give to thee
You really could use a piece of Toffifee
Despite the constant negative press covfefe

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The Wall

Are you regretting your past?
You must be
God created you and yet
You’re so incomplete

Never seeing the sky
Looking down at your feet
Stars laugh at your efforts
As they lead to delusions
Of something you call
“Finding yourself” or the
“Purpose of life”

So you run against the wall
And break down
Not knowing how to dismantle it
Piece by piece
Not knowing how to climb over it
And never realising you could just
Go around it
And put your past behind you

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