Does The Hat Fit? - Poem by Alexander Downie
Sweeping generalisations that bite at your innermost insecurities,
a cutting challenge to who "we are", and what "you" do not want to be!
Lines of lies drawn in bad blood, seedy sex, marriage and fleeing youth
Lost identities snap in anger at the essence of truths, staging your fears.
Do we ever really know who "we" really are or which hat to wear?
Is there a tribe we can call "ours" I the polluted streets of modernity?
Can you throw the stench of others off and wash "your" dirty hands clean?
Cradled safe in a cotton cocoon of "that is not me"!
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