Saturday, January 25, 2020

Your Name Here by John Patrick Robbins


I never pen poems for friends but I damn sure hold a space for people who think they want a taste of my venom.

And the list is long so don't hold your breath when waiting to read about yourself within my lines.

Because if I truly know it feeds your ego, I will allow you to turn blue.

And then there will be one less pain in the ass to deal with much like myself.

I never claimed to be the hero besides the villains always seemed cooler to me.

It's all an act to begin with.

Cheers.




John Patrick Robbins 


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