“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
Confucius
Ode to the Toadies
Thrones, built for me to sit on
Watch all victimized to lullabies
Of great friendship, flawless
The resilience of a beaten soul
Eaten by stupid words
God knows, swallowed whole
I give up
Understanding
All feathers of birds, stuck
Together ? - not
Only a rhyme till it less hurtz
…
Invincible sentences of caring laughter
Hillariously placed upon me , subconsciously
Manipulating the girly naivety
Inserting bitter fruits, slowly yet steady
Til the rotten odor of bullshitness
Becomes the smother of the unity
Everybody is after
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A Toady´s loyality?
Oh please, spare me!
Unworthy handshakes nurture me more than
Hugs, craving needed energy
Giving, fulfilling, painting and losing
Self - for nothing
Rolling with the punches though
For embracing the smallest grain of hope
To probably feel a hit of love
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