It is a poet's day
The day when
Life
Turns to crap
When opinions rule
As the cocky rooster
of the henhouse
As the commanding Madam
Of the house of ill repute
As one rules
As one sees
As one thinks
Where one’s self is
Only
Where is the grace
To mind ourselves
To give to others
Not be trampled
Where is the line
When do we cease
When do …
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