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Aug 2015
Glazed--peering
the half-ready smiles,
practicing  their
glacial grimaces
artifice in Conformity's argot
sincerity finds its heart on a whim.

Like static clings,
the masses speak
leaving trails of smoke
entreaties in the atmosphere.
Peace and love
are signs and flowers,
while children are murdered
by a choice, by neglect, by a word.

Thankfully for the status quo,
we are left unfettered by our rights.
Thankfully for the status quo,
we are left unfettered by our conscience.
Thankfully for societal indifference
we are kept neat and trim in our plastic warehouses.
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TD  F
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     SS Cheft, SG Holter, --- and life's jump
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