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Satire is Dead

A Poem

By D351Published 2 years ago 1 min read

Satire is Dead

Parodies of addiction

Are like making jokes

About kinks you don't have

I've got a candy cigarette in my mouth

And a glass of wine in hand

A pen dipped in irony

And a purse full of gummies

A delusion of naivete

To disguise a truth I don't want

And the warning signs of dependence

sad poetry

About the Creator

D351

trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps

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