POETIC TAROCK

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Twin blame

Well, I am Taurus. And I am a twin.

Our birth, however... Somewhat of a sin.

4^th of July? We were born May the 1^st.

Me and my brother, a family curse.

Only heard whispers. The doctor, the nurse...

Her night was bad and his night even worse.

Year after year sharing candles and cake.

I had to watch myself... Dutch as a drake.

I had to watch him... »A magic of kind,

having you both. Only keep that in mind!«

Words of my dad. And I didn't get that.

Just wanted to pull a bat out of my hat...

A big one. My brother, an angel inside,

slumped in his wheelchair. My sentence: for life!

Bomb in my chest always ready to burst.

»Burn me to ashes for being born 1^st.«

»Deal. To be ridden: first Anger, then Shame.

Deal. To be ridden: Resentment. And Blame.

These are dark horses. All sinister. Vain.

There waits your chariot. Out in the rain.«

Purely pretending. Adept at disguise.

Walnut or chestnut my horses shall hide.

Nobody warned me. I could not foresee

us giving birth to a twin number three.*

* His calling card...

Matjaž Lutarič - Lynx