My Enemies

My enemies

are into me,

sexually.

That’s why they’re so obsessed with me.

They’ve been trying to fuck me, unsuccessfully.

They’ve confessed this to me, allegedly.

Im seeing things clearer

especially on lsd.

The mirror came nearer

but it isn’t reflecting me.

Instead in my head

there’s visions of revelry,

women with jealousy

friend zones and felonies.

10 poems for summary.

The wind blows, it’s summery.

My friends & foes are one with me.

Is our window closed

or are we still young and free?

Write it all on the wall

where someone will see.

Someone like me.

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