They all laugh when they hear what you do.
Throwing their shoes.
You're a pity. You're a fool.
Fear of the New and the ruler of rules.
What's under the surface beginning to protrude.
Clutching their jewels in shallow pools.
Distorting the system conjecture was used.
Avarice subdued.
Now searching for clues.
Hidden the Pinnacles.
Sing the bluest of blues.
~Osian~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2023 23:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Brilliant!
(Pyramid schemes as we profligate
Pythagoras triangulating heritages
legacy, entrenched in absurdity
of ignorance fuelled, censorship
foreshadowing future's
we can never contain
merely decimate with warhead
fingerprints, on our happenstance
... this a now, lament
in-step, with Time's unveiling
of fear warped, reality
a poetic dissection of society
as dictum, commentary)
Thank you!
..our sad state of reality.. Hoping for better days and better ways
🪶Happy writing
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