Frail bark : at the end of vice

Frail bark : at the end of vice



At the end of vice, a guardian of vice
To put your head back into it,
To disturb the quiet and the peace
With doubts and skeptcism.

Mother comes in,
A 27 years old
With no means
To rent a place
And sees the pouch
Of tobacco
And the legalised CBD.

Mother comes in
After her party
Intruding on my
Secret life,

Feeling uneasy
And fearfull.
How many times
Do I have to come
Down before
Taking off?

How many times

Will I have to fight

Prejudice off ?

O, I lived on my own

And earned a decent living.

But the heart’s too fierce,

The escape from suspicion

Was more vital !





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