He kept a secret mild and cold real close to his thoughts,
Stayed fighting to be bold as he was told to get lost.
So here he was, finding a purpose to surface and cross,
Mended nothing; worthless he kept on lurking in frost.
He was his worst enemy just an entity loose,
A placement? Regrettably he steadily made up a ruse.
Between a fortress filled with orchids and there hung was a noose,
Was a craved portion as an orphan just out running the truth.
Soul searching for a purpose but endless with bounds,
Scrupulous endeavors with lucid evidence found.
Traveling afar between titanium shrouds
Building future to be exquisite; the phallus around.
Whose to say we are incompetent without all the facts,
A Martian who acts with woes that father's a lapse...
...pardoning laughs to crease a foundation that's cracked,
With incompetence wrapped around a heart that is lacked.
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Starving from cot to cotton he often slept on the floor,
Scared as an offspring who was auctioned thru many doors.
Adopted he was robbed by cops of a perfect home,
So he roams lost as a cause; a detriment clone.
Little Boy Bleu
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