Tristan Robert Lange

We Knew

So here we are
in another
new
year.
 
But
  Nothing
      Is really ever new,
            It’s true, and we all knew
      That nothing would
  Ever stay true
No matter
How it
Flew.
 
Put
The clocks
     Back in their box,
         While time interlocks
              Like long, half-witted cocks
         Fighting in the breeze-
      Way between these
  Truths and lies
That society
Tells us all
We should
Buy.
 
Lies
  Scented
      With truth’s
          Alluring perfume
               Yet unable to ‘ever bloom
          Love from a mushroom
       Boring it\'s phallic
  Moldy, spastic
little drastic
fantastic
plastic
head.
 
Dread.
    So, here we are,
        starting yet another
    damned. new.
year.
 
But
    Nothing
           Ever stays very new,
                   It’s true, and we all fucking knew
           That absolutely nothing would
    Ever dare to remain true
No matter how far
They said it
Fucking
Flew.
 
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