He Talked To Himself - Poem by Matthew Peel
Clothes ragged, worn
Face serious, eyes wander
Motioning to the sky
Speaking of strange things
While looking at me
'Cameras are in the sky
They are watching our every move!
Because they don't want you to
Know the truth about the existence
Of planes and hearing devices.'
I didn't see any planes that day
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