Ostracized…

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I feel awkward again.

Invisible, and small.

You turn me into a stranger,

I don’t belong with you all.


From pedastal to shelf,

It’s a long way to fall.

Now I’m gathering dust.

I’m invisible, and small.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jail bait…

 

If you lay down with dogs, you’ll wake up with fleas.

My lifestyle attracts lowlifes

like moths to a flame.

They hang around like bad smells,

waiting for a hit

eyes always looking for an earn.

The horse rides these people

they all have a price.

To associate with them

is to be a sitting duck.