Minatory Minotaur Maze

I left my tormentors in the labyrinth of the minotaur

I spat and shitted on them brazenly

to purify my head sufficiently

from their rancour

of escalatin’ lies

on a large scale

which I didn’t even have to combat

I didn’t realise that.

When evil fights virtuous

what always wins?

No matter how many times

you’re gonna say it

it will still be incorrect

if it is incompatible with the accurate

version of the story.

Perhaps the police have planted evidence

against me

runnin’ after the skirt

up and down the stairs?

I didn’t want my hands

dip into the dirt

from touchin’ you or your doorknob of doom.

Did I even have a key?

Nobody dared ask me that!

You were all not equal to people

just their wrong reflection:

upside down, twisted, with your backs turned on me.

What a relief

that creatures like you

had to choose

opposite path

to mine –

strewn with roses now.

Yet you are never goin’ to find out

in your narrow minds

what freedom tastes like.

So, shut up

my dirty and dumb darlings!

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To A. C.’s crowd

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September – October 2021

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Thank you for reading!