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The Ailment

a free verse poem

By Randy BakerPublished 2 days ago 1 min read
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We have come

to treat truth

as an oxymoron,

a con game.

.

Our cynicism

bubbles like

something toxic

we pass around;

.

a disease

we don’t want,

but believe

is inherent, genetic.

.

We’ve given in,

no longer trying

to rub it away

with ointments

.

of geniality, or

poultices of politeness.

It’s past time

to flush it out

.

- our system.

Yet, we don’t trust

the medicine;

only the ailment.

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Randy Baker

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Comments (4)

  • Shaun Waltersa day ago

    Great job all the way through. Really stuck the landing

  • Thank you for sharing this thought-provoking and introspective piece that sheds light on the challenging state of our perception of truth, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.

  • angela hepworth2 days ago

    So clever and absolutely rings true!

  • BrettNotGreg2 days ago

    Such truth to this. Great poem!

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