Michael Fischer Poems
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You believe everything you’re told;
None of your thoughts are actually your own.
Your imagination has become decayed,
as the beast leaves you in disarray.
Good friend, I hate to break it to you,
but you’ve become a simple tomfool.
You mindlessly follow the pack
with others who don’t have your back.
The Torn Down Ghost Town
The old skeletal remains,
lying scattered on the ground,
retain untold chronicles
of this once booming ghost town.
The renegades’ jarring roars
can still be heard at the eminent noon,
while the butt ends of cigars,
gather outside the town’s saloon.