At the Crossroads

Standing at the crossroads

with skepticism plastered on my face

Approached a man ostensibly out of nowhere

That stink of brandy and cigar

He didn’t require a voice to speak

Entire exchanges in silence

But there was an awareness

A pact

Yes I lived a life of privilege

As I get closer to death I wonder about that peek

The diabolical fuck fest that I saw was gorgeous

I saw mayhem, nonpartisan turmoil

I frequently admire what life must be like in chaos

Ultimately, Legba will reap

Until then, I’ll enjoy an unrestrained spirit

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