Assumpt10n Poem by sean north

assumptions the poison
that floats in our vein

assumptions the notion that
gives ghosts their name

deceptions a passion
where dreams overlap

deceptions a fashion
and a place on the map

assumption takes over
like rust on a car

lives in the gutter
and drinks in the bar

assumptions that tonic
we give to our troops

runs them like dogs and
jumps them through hoops

deceptions the master
who takes out our eye

dries up the water for
these tears we should cry