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Farewell, Mr. Wonderful.

Seriously want to spit

but I'll swallow it

I'm tied to be fit

a practiced masochist

With a sadistic twist

he wrapped me up

wrists tied like licorice

Cotton Candy Daddy

I'm a honeybee trapped in your mix

Whipped, dipped, and wrapped

washed up and rinsed

He flipped the script lickety split

Sick shit was bananas.

That man was holy rollin

no sin wholly forgiven

showboating and gloating

he cut me out paper thin

Dissected, strung, and pinned

A fabricated faberge doll

fake shit-eating grin

pasted above a plastic appliqué

chin

Made me a man-manipulated mannequin

A slim-skinned harlequin hardly akin

Turned into a crazed charlatan starring in a brazen charade on parade

Knocked back like a shot of sloe gin

Slow-momentum livin in a momentary masquerade

Whoa.

Woe.

Foe, we'll go Rouchambeau quid pro quo, well-paid in fool's gold

Touché, move well played.

As the loquacious façade fades

So smirkish sneer degrades to dazed chagrin

I mutter under burdened breath

what utter humiliation

Plundered dummy rendered useless remains on etherial display

Esoteric yet prophetic prosthesis

cryptic prognosis is pain

Pathetic rhetoric blundered

disgruntled dismantled and dismayed

I be thee befuddled buffoon

Embarrassed red ass on a babboon

Awkward elephant in the room

Doomed.

My marred heart beaten, betrayed, and flayed

barely arrythmically beating

slightly concealed under sleeve

aorta peeking, grieving,

leaking lost love steadily

I'm screaming unbelieving

still meaning to leave with dignity

All feeling dying silently

Crying and bleeding

needing cauterizing, suturing Nurturing wounded pride barely alive

Topsy turvy life a carnival ride.

Through smoke and mirrors

I face my fears

reflection blurred by tears

still

My Own Face

Simple slight of hand

all's surely a sham

Placed last in a race to save face.

Damn.

Illusion was grand

Delusions were grandeur.

My personal perceptional faux pas.

Pimped and pandered

Self-esteem stripped raw

Pride covered in squalor like a dirty urinal stall

Squandered all that mattered

So sputtering, mad as a hatter

I move too slowly to draw

Soley willed by Murphy's law

Southpaw aimed, shot to kill

My soul will go on.

But

Alone

fall