Talker

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Talker

Standing trial in plain sight
and dominating my news
Rubbing it in the face
of my moral views
A defense of discredit
with the dirt that it spews
Spitting out the seeds
that a narcissist chews

Smooth talker
talking your way
As much who you are
as what you say

Squeaky clean persona,
not what he seems
Taking his advantage
to filthy extremes

Guilty in the court of perception,
clear in the public eye
Allegation after allegation
and the numbers can’t lie
Powerless victims
to your privileged high
Objectifying and brutalizing,
then justifying why

Smooth talker
getting your way
As much who you are
as what you say

Taking your hold
from that lofty perch
The relentless entitlement
of your selfish search

I can’t begin to understand,
even know where to start
Unable to comprehend
as it tears at my heart
What allows a man to exploit
the capacity of his art
To take malleable lives
and rip them apart

Smooth talker
having your way
As much who you are
as what you say

Crumbling a fresh flower
just because you can
Holding her dignity
in the palm of your hand

 

 

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Infringement

         Infringement

Ideas float through the air
It’s a new age, once again
Some of them will never return
Cyberspace…is free reign

There is no concept copyright
Too sad if ethics are missed
Too bad re: common decency
Not tangible…doesn’t exist

Who cares where it came from
What was written, what was read
Just erase the trail of evidence
Then it’s he said…vs. he said


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However…
It can feel like a very small town
When that certain line gets crossed
The respect that you have gathered
Is compromised…and then it’s lost

It goes around and it comes around
Word will get out when it’s spread
Thought you already had problems?
Add this…to the mess in your head

We are both aware of the facts
And at least one of us cares
The one who will close his book
Reconsider…with whom he shares

It’s just a matter of talk and time
Your transparent cover will be blown
Guilty in the court of public opinion
Close the laptop…pick up the phone

There is a compromise to be had
Save face, lest the truth be known
A chance for you to make amends
To own up…to what you don’t own

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