beating a dead horse

you put me under unnecessary stress

you tied up my hands

in handcuffs and knocked me down

then

you kicked me while I was on the ground

all the time

I wondered why

you supported me first

you had me eating from your hand

like a hungry squirrel, distracted by noise, walks

to the nearest possible source of peace

then your calmness killed my guts

with morality issues, no doubt

being on both sides

was not advisable in this case

scraped off with just one false gesture

you have reduced your efforts

and I realised that it was you who helped them, not you who helped me

to become more powerful, while I chose to be remiss

all your gestures have gone astray

and I don’t see the point of why they were there in the first place

if we all ended up confused and covered in contempt

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