Happening

My life is very easy
but predictably hard
I trudge through acidic purpose
despite my many scars

The burns are reminders
with scabs at the crust
my skin is mostly ashes
heaped among the dust

I’m tired, wired,
admonished, admired
considered snake slithered
bitten by liars
who can’t stand my taste
and won’t take
it sitting down
they call me nicknames
like fool and clown.

Yet I don’t fool around
as I see their brows perspire
at what may happen.

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