Static

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I try to trap this static—

Your static—

But it rolls out

Your mouth in

Your voice like

A tongue twister,

And screams through the air,

Bursting my ears.

 

I once

Thought it was a code—

A code for which

A key was somewhere sold.

 

I once

Thought it was me,

But now

Instead of hear,

I see.

 

You’re nothing but a

Broken radio

 

And all

You ever

Say

Is

This

Static.

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[Dressed in Poetry]

Oh snap. This is a very poetic insult, I must say.