Ceasing To Float

The thought crept in & came

Of how I play the game

X rated & profane

Verbal abuse and shame

All ticking on the clock

As I beat the time

Redefining the best

The least understood

By members of the brotherhood

All in good standing

Bloody handshakes surround me

The white cloth

Soaked blood red

The victim at the stake

Naked & dead

Shedding her skin

For his pig mask

The task of skinning

While grinning

Laughing up a storm

With scorn

Sworn by oath

Taking notes

Of how not to float

#poetey

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