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just as morning sashays and twirls

dust clouds of trepidation swirls


another day infused with light

hushing the whispers of covetous night


where hopes are paraded like wares

and dreams traded as blue chiselled shares


when all of this and all that jazz

raises the din to an unbearable razmatazz


humaneness getting lost amidst the incessant din

wearing each others patience thin


till night swoons back into view

thankful that todays tears were but a few


and so it goes on and on and ever on

far too many battles fought for the war to ever be won


till it all comes down to this hollow grand charade

trumpeting the crudeness of the passing parade


till leaden hearts fall faitigued to the ground


rotting as the vultures circle around


waiting for the flesh to rapidly decay

chewing and spitting out souls decapitated along the way


is this the living of life blabbered about in verse and in song

when each being survives the tribulations of the wrong


even as we sputter on in the gutters

gulping every breath in doleful stutters


lambasting him and her and them all as convenient nutters


panting as down go the fragile shutters


wistfully trampling on hearts of glass that shatter


but who cares in any case what really is the matter


expecting no peace as howling winds screech and batter


each fragile heart grinning insolently

like the maddest hatter


yes this is life they say


this is life


devoid of mirth yet mired in aching strife




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