One having an unexpected experience,
With a momentary dose of anger...
May just be the thing needed,
To beat and defeat a kept disbelief...
That what has begun to be witnessed,
Happening to others to have done to criticize...
Has not been in disguise to hide.
Ignored perhaps.
But next door,
And doors throughout their entire neighborhoods...
Are being visited by what had been dismissed.
To bring back down to Earth,
Anyone flying too high of a kite.
Not to notice the filth and dirt or the affect left,
To excuse from their eyesight yet collects...
Right in their own backyard to delude it.
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