Poetry

Nighty night, Benedict Arnold.

What do you tell yourself
Every night before bed
Which allows you to sleep
As sound as the dead?

“She got what she deserved
And she saw through the lies;
I committed no wrong
I’m not the bad guy.”

Inhale your phony guilt
Exhale your pseudo life
Your truth has been revealed
By your double ended knife.

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