poetry

Quicksand

It’s hard to trust you
You gotta understand
It’s hard to trust you
You gotta understand
You have been dirty
With that other man
You let him trace you
A map thoroughly scanned
It’s hard to trust you
You gotta understand
You’re so dirty
So go bleach your hand
You’re still dirt
Queen of contraband
Filth be thy name
”Tis not a reprimand
Truth is the truth
It’s in your brand.
It’s hard to trust you
So you’re on remand
It’s hard to trust you
Hope you understand.

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