We do deserve better.
Letter to the editor.
Remember that peddler?
Steadier evolving towards the predator.
Time goes by.
Third-eye blind. No lie.
Can't deny when the walls bear flies.
Surprised at the Devil's disguise.
The easy road erodes
At the fork, you thought you chose.
Like when from concrete sprouts a rose
It grows, not without its struggles though.
You can be the best you.
But it don't mean a thing
Unless you open the door
When the doorbell rings.
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