Shh

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 24, 2018

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My friends - door-to-door salesmen,

Advertising their inner thoughts to whoever's on the other side of the door.

Buy one get twelve free - their motto, pasting it on their leaflets which just end up on the floor

For anyone to pick up, but my friends aren't picky

They'll tell their inner thoughts to any passerby - an addiction, which manifests itself into their minds like a botfly larvae, so hard to remove, so instead they feed it

Do what it wants

Say what it wants

At least that's how I'd like to see it.

But I'm the larvae

I'm the parasyte begging for nourishment, in the form of opinions and thoughts and expressions. I want to hear their cries,

begs,

Because I love watching people do the things I can't do.


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