Your interest is not appreciated
Youth creeped out when you smile and look over there
The pedigree mated marble haunting
That can neither be contained nor moved from its heavy blockade position
Once someone mighty helped you with bookkeeping and existence
And this someone has never let you forget it
Though your ability to play in the scene is working
You still feel the compulsion to add a little more
That's your picture sans age
Not given the context of effort or what is a lifetime
My violent rider vacated his responsibility
No longer driving forward with those addicted to momentum
And movement is something they feel incomplete without doing
As if sitting still was suicide and decay immediately sets in
My violet password is worn as a shroud of embarrassment
For those who fear public ridicule more than they do justice for their situation
Under unnecessary clouds, their truthful voices sound shriller and shriller
In fact, they shouldn't be there at all
What was uninhabited was a preserve for common sense
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