The dead idealist – K.B

The dead idealist

He’s strong with ideas
But not on the field
Too naive and kind
He’s being ripped off
By his publisher
And his lawyer,
No feelings
Only concrete.

He needed money
But they won’t answer.
They put him on his knees
But daylight won’t cease,
Blinding him.

He trusted the institutions
But they’re thrusting
A fist up his ass,
His dirty ass
Collpasing in squalor
And disease.

K. B

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Who to believe? In this world?