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By Dan Gibbons~ 

Well, well

You look so distinguished.

A velvet suit,

Perfect Queens English.

 

But looks can be deceiving.

You may have the perfect cover

But you can’t fool me,

You come straight from the gutter.

 

You are full of false promises.

You said my life would get better

But I was locked down,

Restrained in iron fetters.

 

These ankle bracelets hurt,

And you have the only key.

So I guess it’s time to fight

Because I won’t be your detainee.

 

From under your feet

I will pull the rug

Pry open your mouth

Feed you your drugs.

 

How does it feel

As your heart starts to slow?

Your velvet suit can’t save you

When you turn blue and code.

 

©Dan Gibbons. All rights reserved

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