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Civility for civilty's sake
Do you laugh to feel,
Work to wake?
Is there a person there real?
Or, are you too fake?
Simulated tastes
Emulated face
Of a careless faker

Think in haste,
Take and you take,
Living life as if it were a race

What will you say, when you meet your maker?
Has shame dried
Cranberry bogs
On cotton
Have hormones peaked
Or have the eggs spoiled,
Turned rotten
Is there more to a woman
Than her ****** functions
Or will she do as she's told
And remain in her place
On the bottom
Subtlety, and nonchalant
Brace reality and confront
What needs to be

Arriving at decisions carefully
Meditative & decisively,
But knowing when to be abrupt

Head held high, chin up,
Shoulders squared, 
Ready to face what's in front

Dissected corpses of the past
Left in the lab
Behind the frontal lobe

History is,
Things that have come to pass
And things still yet to unfold
There is so much,
That goes on in a day
And I remember too much of it
Too vividly.
I want it all to end
Shedding, prior to your sister's arrival
Quiet and silent
So it's all my own

Streaming in the car
Quiet, silent
All on my own
Eagles soar
Over broken day
And the cities are rubble
The fields are gray
Babes cry, mothers sway
The men have gone away
Rifles in their hands, boots on their feet
Off to some far flung land, in squads and fleets
In land, over sea, and through the air
At attention, every back and every tiny hair
For the coming tide
To wash you under
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