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This is a tale of the lives
of fools who are wise
a balancing act of love
hate truth and lies.

A carnival-style society
pull up stakes no time
to commit and contracts
full of loopholes so
there's always a way
out of it.

Nothing's for certain
too many choices keep
our heads raised high
to see in a consumer's
world that the grass is
greener on every side.

A lifelong love doesn't
seem to be a part of
this game of quantity
not quality but in spite
of it all I still hear love
calling out my name.

First I hear you laughing
then I hear you cry
the promise of forever
then the promise of
goodbye.
© 2025 Daniel Tucker
The hand basket
frozen over

It is...

what we have been dipped
into the holy cash
stream s of money warship
and billionaire s
seeking missiles only
to fall out of grace with
Gods

glory disguised as the
sanctimony of commerce

The mediocracy
of those claiming they know
they are the masters
to your soul

avoid them when you can

for they are frauds
the false prophets
of yesterday

who may just send
you to hell
Love yourself inspite of it all. And save yourself accordingly.
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