through fields of doubt, we march
good toy soldiers forever faithful
missing arms or missing legs
it matters not for us...
we paid our dues to another piper
very much in favor of the tune,
out of key but never out of beat,
our brand turned inside out
worn outside in for kicks...
never in public will you catch us
flaunting this or that above our heads
like fanatics on a collision course.
we dine on caviar and wine
or Pepsi and cracker, it's all the same,
bending of the little finger and such
when holding the china...
we live on sloppy hallways sides
slipping to and fro in bare feet,
watching for broken glass
blown in off the streets.
normal lives are for cowards
we are forgotten at best still the
unusual aspects of life have
its benefits none will deny.
June 6, 2025
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