we hide our feelings inside
the thoughts of others,
letting them troll outsiders
who bear witness against
false gods... we sense a
tragic ending when there
is no tragedy at all... we
wonder if Shakespeare was
the only one who saw the
truth being lived out on the
streets of his town... we hail
the taxis that take us home,
knowing they will not wait
to take us into town in the
morning... our city life is
replace by a rural one and
we see ourselves as a new
brand of redneck... we
cuss the lifestyle, knowing
its pure and innocentt traits
will never be our own...
the moon weeps for its
missing stars and those
in the opposite hemisphere
are glad they don't have one.
13 December 2022
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