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Feb 2021
Prelude to a vaccine :

The strangeness of things,
How odd that everything’s disconnected
Separation anxiety
How strange these days viral, pandemic,
How unreal
The behavior of some
So-called honor of some badge and gun…

Since from when this illusion began,
From out the mouths of men —first:
The falsities, misinformation,
Fraudulent fictions frenzied untruths
From out the mouth—Flew,
Flung out into the Blue, into
   /our intersecting lives

The Lies ricochet as chaos does
Darkened ripple effects, from Bad to bed then
Worse of all —it felt good Being on fire,
how’s it suppose to feel
For the liars?
Too many prisons, no one would do good,

How odd these peoples, surrounding us,
Breathing heavily,
—cough sneeze hiccup’d
All still strangers really, if only…

The darkness hides inside so well
One can’t tell when *******
Lies or infection hits
How strange this hell, devoid
Of fans
No one cares to give a ****.
What the Hells man?!
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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   Zoi Ardens
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