my friend

haven’t seen you in ages
my friend
you look so aloof
behind your pedestal counter

overdosed
w/the daily doses of pride
purifying your soul
in this reeking swamp
by the sweet toxic fog of mundane
that you are calling
a life

this blasphemous
celebration of pity
but from this altitude
it is hard to go down

I saw you my friend
but I was afraid
to approach
your worn out shirt
has become your snakeskin
w/the scales of pride.

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