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Poetry

Last One In, First One Out

I know too much
And I’m compromised.
I have no advantages left,
Now that time isn’t on my side.


I brought it on myself.
Trying to be a part
Of a group so fragile that one stranger
Could make you all crumble and fall apart.


It had to be someone,
Don’t you see?
Someone must pay for their crimes
And tonight that is going to be me.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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