Trickster

Trickster-
What do you do?
Play with words
And let them play with you.

Look at the pollution
And look at us fall,
But don’t you love the decadence
Behind it all?

Love being naughty,
Cry at being dead,
And lay down in a tomb, live,
Cold marble on your head.

Look at the wounds-
The doctor who doesn’t heal,
But maybe, just maybe
Will reveal.

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