s./j. goldner - RSVP

All of a sudden—i feel like a mouse in a cage,
this much madness is too much to gage.

A symmetry worshipper in stolen verse
galloping rampant to an iron pressed hearse.

Ripping high when he had arrived,
his secrets kept dark and covered in lies;

now, exposed, turning back the tide—
anybody is on deck as the next culprit!

s./j. goldner

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