Dear Diary of Martin X - 15/09/2016

In the end 
Of the whimper 
The sting 
Exploded 
Like a banger 
In the monkey bridge 
Like a chicken 
In the movies

Eventually 
In the story
The investigation 
Exposes 
All the criminals 
In the plot which
Sends a ripple 
Through our bowels

It was minimal 
My existence 
It was limitless 
As our pride 
It was liminal 
This obsequious 
Validation 
(Burns my conscience)
Like hot knives

It will come 
Home to roost 
All this useless fucking beauty 
All at once
When I am gone
There'll be no happy 
Death or glory 
Just this putrid 
Fucking 
Song.

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