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Feb 2017
i crave
the things
never said
and the honesty
which isn’t betrayed
for a cowardice
formed out of
the fear of
exposure

we
ourselves
have become
memes
and sad keanus
and good guy gregs
who ideate
in a uniformly
small and
****** way

we lack
the nuance
to grasp
the complexity
of our life
and divide
itself Manichean
into good
and evil

as-if

we love
someone
in our self-interest
and consume
laughter
as if a drug
for a mysterious
disease

in which:
narcissism
is intractable

the identity
is protean
and our ethics
rise and fall
as if a wave

the undulations
rolling in hyper-speed
mostly unnoticed

objects
of respect
as doctors
commingling life-saving
with a practice
that holds hostage
the health
of people

and the insidious
tsunami
reducing something
to rubble
on the shores
of history

a class act
and revolutionary
***** leading
the mass ******
of muslims
in the name of
corporate profits

and no one
is greater
than the needle
or the gun

our
circumstances
dictate
wether we must
hold or
become
the hand of evil

we can
do the palmistry
of predestination
and trace
the intricate lines up-to
the moment
in which
we become
deplorables

or examine
the subconscious
and see that
we already are

this admission
of our guilt
allows us
to begin
to confront
the evil
around us

the boring
rhetoric
of those who
are good or fine
in their own eyes
is powerless
stylesclash
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stylesclash  28/M/USA
(28/M/USA)   
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   Savannah Rose
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