Accustomed
flip a coin
if it was different
would i have it?
would days be longer
and nights shorter?
at most
i would prolong interests
in the very basic remedies
i would distort
the contorted scruples
of the gifts of presents' effects
barter gold
for memoirs of forefathers
the truth behind the popularity
rub tranquil against my north
to make it south
beguiled
render wise men
benign
and pleasantly silent
-maybe-
i would skip a few earth cycles back
and wallow in ignorance's bliss
and lately
be early
to join in monotonic indulgences
of crisis' insists
at fault for guiltless inquiries
acquiring away from normalcy
to the asinine nature of those around me
i would deem it necessary to
to register the release of relegated minds
to include in application
new practices
and old ones left behind
but it's a dreary guilty pleasure
to see the silent screams
of the minorities oppressed
by the seemingly bona fide means
of the seemingly bona fide teams
by the extreme questionable
but conventional, systematical things.
but the stats prove
me highly unlikely
but also prove that those reading the stats
are highly unlikely to try
so i join
the very few
and toss a coin.
Copyright © Jalisa Robinson | Year Posted 2007
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