In the City of Pretense,
People live at a low vibration.
They pride themselves in snooping.
Duped by drug enhanced encounters.
Bounced,
From illusions fostered...
By judgement passing done.
Winning favor of the master,
Dazed by colonialistic ways
That betrays any progress made.
Pathological inproprieties,
Begins to leave many wishing
To receive a replacement...
For tossed rose colored glasses,
Bartered.
Hoping a selection of tints and hues desired,
Will provide another perspective accepted!
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