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Thought it to be an easy read Yet the words were hard to digest Meaning dancing slowly in my mind Subtly creeping past the singular rest
Retracing lines to navigate ritual Where do we reform elegant words Removed from obvious transparency Heaped among the notorious & absurd
But we can still be returned to normal Reassembled without any scars of the war Truth absolved of the fictions we wrote Back to the pages I quietly implore
I search for hope in the early morning
Trying to find truth before first light
Without the influence of assholes
Perpetually kept themselves in the right
This absurdity of life
Fallen into realms beyond our thought
But still we shine on for the future
This isn’t who we are; let us believe not
We can change the status of time
& act not out of debilitating fear
That we might find a way to be better
Cast out hate & return to being sincere
Rereading Orwell and taking notes Not going to be ruled nor romanced By an adolescent philosophy Anyone’s faulty & retched political stance
We need to think for ourselves again Too many left for dead it seems Generation of choreographed absurdity & gathering the news by sharing memes
But I have faith we can regain our promise By exposing kindness & compassion instead It is possible to lead by inspiration Instead of ruling by threats & dread
*** and another thing; a note to those in power we need to rename political parties CSPAN is the lamest way to spend an hour
Where is my absurd little coffee this morn Claiming to be something or other I rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyes Never forget the dreams they try to smother My gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefully Our love burnt brightly into a passionate fire I stretch my legs & smile at a job well done She’ll slumber for a while, for she’s kind of tired