Courage abandoned me
as fear carved out my insides
it took the road less traveled
veins and arteries
devoid of blood
for my heart had long ago ceased to beat
the only rhythms of life
trapped in my head
recalling a time
when my feet knew the songs and the steps
and weren’t too afraid to dance
You’re a charlatan
a sham fraud fake imposter
a flim-flam man in a Ford
a peddler in false hope
your lies suspended in snake oil
to make them slide down easier
“Come one! Come all!
I’ve got just what you need”
you shout
hawking your elixir to unsuspecting women
promising results
but never delivering
Take your spiel
and your wares elsewhere
as I have no patience for a shyster
whose life is already promised to another
parading panaceas
When the pain becomes too great
and all of the old vices fail to satisfy
and you’re silently screaming for help
but it falls on deaf ears
and all the fat people are now
thinner than you
and you’re an obese cow
who no one ever wanted to buy
because you always gave the milk for free
and what that means is you’re a slut
and you’ve been used and discarded
and you’ve forgotten how to put
one foot in front of the other
so you try to talk the talk
until you can walk the walk
but you fail miserably and trip
and fall on your face
but who cares
because your front teeth had a big gap between them anyway
and you have no outer beauty left
but it was only a disguise for your inner beauty
which has now also abandoned you
and misery is your only companion
and loneliness dances in the shadows
to a tune of your own composing
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i've choked on my words for far too long
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