A crooked pen binds like minds
all the words join paraphrased
As if anyone could be pursued.
A heart fed on
twisted and gnawed upon
pounding within the rage
as if each heart deserves it’s own stage.
There is right
there is wrong
yet most fact is dissolved within opinion
and stapled upon the bulletin.
There is no purity
the world isn’t built upon simplicity
if each asshole was evil
and each kind deed came at the hands of genuine sincerity
everything would be solved.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 