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6/9/22


Apparently far from tacit
Near endless racket
In day light and pitch blackness
For the sane and those in strait jackets

Dammit
Still sporadic
 Caught in transit
Can't rely on magic
Nor give up when it all turns tragic
It's just madness
Even though I feel low and nearly at my saddest

I don't care about any bracket
Or what all is on this pamphlet
I've no intentions to read 'Hamlet"

What the  happened?
A world obsessed with gadgets like tablets
Most act like they're above you and in their own palace
Becoming cold and callous
No matter, I shall handle this
No need for prayers and candlesticks

You may be an addict
Following the same old habits
But it is something you can kick
And quit

Occasionally worked with a mallet
As well as pallets
Sometimes had dinner with shallots

Just trying to maintain my balance
Mentally it's a challenge
The same can be said for honing talents

It's bat 
Still all this bad 
Across the planet
It's not all written in stone, aka granite
Looking at it
From the entire gamut
Instead of a single facet

I don't care about party affiliation, like being Democratic
Quit being so dramatic
It's fixable, far from problematic

You'll regret it, if it turns to static
Because you will be turned to ash quick
By a device made of metal and plastic
Won't be much left for a casket

It's hard to make a classic
And smash hit
I'd like to mine for agates
I already buried the hatchet
For now enjoying the view of the Aurora Borealis
While drinking out of a Titanium Chalice
Good intentions not full of malice
Still looking for my Alice

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