clouds a mere semblance--
blanketing the sky,
bleaching my thoughts.
it sings me songs to keep me company...
i sing them to you
though you choose not to listen,
try as you might to evade my gaze.
avarice is measured not by ownership of land,
but by amount of coins in hand.
my palm sees all--sympathy, apathy, envy... fear.
the master of disheveled expression...
an unkepmt machine, simple in its list of tasks.
a concentrated brick of life irresponsible--defeat.
your eyes tell your mind this, i can tell.
society's great punchline,
my song and dance
cloaked behind humanity's curtain of existence.
[concrete is consistent stone solace]
NB @ 2:37 PM
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