Sunday, June 21, 2020

Perfume On A Pig


We danced like children
amidst the rubble
of the recently toppled past..

A jig of mutual delusion
that we had somehow blasted away
the stench of our wretched history

Of course this was yet another
desperate futile gesture
cause you can't cancel yesterday

Maybe humanity would be better served
if we focused our energies
on fixing the injustices of today...


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