Casting Doubt

Casting Doubt

 
Shooting rods of graphite strings,
Around floating, incandescent rings.
 
Casting doubt for fish, not food,
Slinging hams you thought were good.
 
A rifle rife with subtle black metal,
Swinging chains, depressing a pedal.
 
Believing that which seems sincere,
Remain in light, you were not here.
 
Leaving town for forgotten plains,
Speaking out, it hurts your brains.
 


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