Reflections in mirrors are overrated perceptions
of fillers projecting perfection with filters while complexions
bewilder the eyes of the beholder.
Cold shoulders lead to numb skull blood donors
bequeathing pureblooded DNA to middle class homeowners.
Perennials will always rebloom if millennials entomb
the addictive gloom of artificial chat rooms.
The images we create during scrimmages with fate
intoxicate our ability to pulsate in an appropriate rhythm to procreate.
Reproducing the future while introducing seducing with humor
will reduce the bruising from tumors we’ve inherited as consumers.
Reflect on humanity’s neglect of humility
before pleading insanity to perfect your insecurity.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
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