The Cakes of Wrath

They hate me and revile me,
They want to see me dead;
And some of them are sneaky, they
Disguise themselves as bread

The cakes of wrath are everywhere,
And though I try to hide,
They find me, in my shame,
And make me swallow more
Than pride

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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