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Burn

Burn

Knock knock 
who's there?
Bunch of sicko 
Who don't care 
They knock as if they're polite 
Deep down they kick it with spite 
They come to see if you still got fight 
So they can flee from your sight 

So they can watch you burn 
To the ground 
Without a sound 
While they rise their glasses high 
To the sky 
As the watch your ashes burn 

Tick tock 
Is that the clock?
What's the trick 
Why is it it's never stuck 
Asking what you've done with your time 
Why waste it on the dumb and lame 
Who seek nothing but your very fall
You're the perfect thousand ways to fail 

So they'd keep watching you burn 
To the ground 
With laughter loud 
For they will never stretch an arm 
To the save 
They will rather watch you burn 

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Richard Waters

Incredibly intense dramatic work with a hard edge and grittiness to stir a passionate response.
Your varied works make avid reading.
Wishing you the best !
Take care.

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Richard, thanks for your sweet comment. I truly appreciate. Warm regards.

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Tony Taylor

Hey CLEO!!...... this IS an intense portrayal of arson and the lunatics that get their jollies by watching fire consume flesh and bone...., there is a core sickness, a mental illness, that most arsonists have in common...... I love some of the phrases here...., especially ~ "You're the perfect thousand ways to fail." ~ that phrase alone is transcendent, magical, and VERY unique!!.....ALL STARS!!......smokin' grooves girlfriend!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀✴✳

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Tony, it's sad and sickening,  we don't literally care for each other anymore, more of owning favors and paying when due. Thanks a lot. Lots of love and hugs.

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Leah Yodico

Hi Cleo,  they are thieves in the night, lunatics. They only care about money ## 
I like your style, so entertaining, and unique ## I think everyone here in Cosmo is unique ##

Hugs, peace and cheers 

Leah 

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James Curtis Geist

Well,  this seems to be the mentality of mob rule or of a pyschopath.   It makes me have empathy for prison guards,  ayslum workers and the police who sometimes deal with the worst of the worst.   It takes energy to be civil,  and this poem for me,  conveys how easy it is to be selfish and uncivil.  I like your poem idea.

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Have deep Respect for all whose duty is to run towards such sad scenes. Thanks a lot. Warm regards.

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Larry Ran

My Dear Cleo,

Outside they might be smiling
But inside they truly burn
For their lives have all been wasted
And for your failure do they yearn

They covet what they could never be
A citizen upright
But like the Phoenix you again rise up
For in you is a "Lotta Fight"

Hugs, Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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