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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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