in a state of perpetual obscurity
a poem

I was designed to get to know lavishly
only the left side of life
while others gain rewards and trophies
I am left with a bitter taste
after this party fed on scraps
the scum from their mouths
which I twist and turn and squeeze
to extract the truth
from this societal disease
they think they are on top of the world
with me left misunderstood
garrulous versus mum
we are on the other side of the river
I’m with my swans, drakes, geese, and tits
they are with moving vehicles
they scream, growl, misbehave
against all rules of humanity
their appearance
is far removed from any human beings
and yet they exist, extrapolate, emanate
with all the brightness bouncing off their bins
everything they do seems
so scurvy
locked in their own world of obscurity
designed to serve their lives
not mine
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October 2022
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