outside are the walls
sinners dance religious
tunes for compensation,
we are at the end of life
staying in bed until noon
leaving all the lights off,
turning water into wine
so, we can feed the cats,
dressed in the clothes
of the day avoiding
paparazzi and when
questioned about our
roles, claim stupidity,
light peers into darkness
darkness lives in souls
death is a warm substitute
for life and all its trappings,
we bend the rules for the
wealthy, leaving poverty
to fend for itself... my life
is easy to forfeit if it brings
restitution to all that I have
destroyed by my involvement.
November 19, 2024
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