if our choice of words
is smooth and reserved like
a lady educated in a state university
they say we make sense,
if you are rich and flamboyant
and ride in flashy cars and live
in expensive mansions in exclusive
subdivisions, then by all means
you make sense
despite the fact that you are
immoral, and treacherous and
scheming and oppressive and
congenitally lying with your teeth grinning,
to them you still make sense
they still want to be pictured beside you
and you make them your own property
as they all adore and worship you,
i don't.
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