There isn’t a hardship
Equipped
To bare me
Nor a tale of it told
In
Insincerity
Just awareness
No reader
Among them
Resides
Just illiterate
Intellects
Dressed in disguise
A convincing visage,
An officious veneer
Behind curtains
Be certain
Not what they appear
To embody
Exemplify
Buy buy bye bye
Just greet more of it smiling
And make us rely
On reposting they’re not
All that different from us
But before the law
Only in flawed
Do we trust
Not a perfect
Utopian
Book tally ban
Nor the killing machine
In the palm of its hand