Duel (In Memorium)

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Tease me now about my fleas
Mock me now about my still stale stock
Stress to gloat over my strain and misfortune
Laugh to my face about this phase being a permanent place
I hope your self assurance is rooted in some insurance of sorts
I leave it to karma to teach you trauma
to chain your mockery and vain flattery or nurse your stained ego
Fate will unmask you, for that face you wear will tear
for its plainted in very faint shades....

George W Kiwanuka

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