Foreskin

When they say we cant win/
I pocket my loses.
Through oblivion
I pretend/
My sins just stalking.
Fundamental humans
And they keep saying we losing.
A paper job, with paper fraud
Over your head
So I paper drop
They only seeing winners?
But we winning sight.
Foreskin pulled over eyes
So they aint seeing right

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This blog is about writing (poetry in particular) and random thoughts in a nutshell

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