Challenge
The Priest-less Confessional
A place to air your grievances with yourself. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, prose. Pride or attrition. Anything goes.
I hate me so much right them.
What a knobby gabby one you are.
How inter-let-me-tell you what I know.
You jump queues with know person standing in them
you self sucking head up hole of ego
preening and displaying playing for
an audience of empty seats
vacated as you take the stage
and open your self serving trap of ages
between a hard place and your no
charisma whittles block of foolery
Make a meal of loving puke and
spit on shoes before you throw them at yourself
place a palm to indicate where your heart lays
Your hand are in your pocket fool!
Fall behind your knees and meet your brain
in between your orifice of reason
Lord you are a lips spit of phlegm
Learn not to see yourself as you think the others see you
and stop talking to yourself like that.
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