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   POETRY > It is.

Every day

it's 4 a.m.

Sugar bullshit --

You think you know so much?

I will carve your head with an axe

Scalpel your brain open

Let's see if you bleed red

You don't fool me, fool

I'm not buying

My gold is for better things

You think you can win me over

with your speechifying?

You speak in subtitles

Genius carved out of a shell

I am not impressed

But truth be told,

you're amusing

A court jester and his apples

and his million hidden bells

So play your poker game of tarot cards

and continue with your bluffing

Fool the world, fool

But remember

at 4 a.m.

It is.

Until it bloody isn't.

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