Comfortable Arrows
Away from alleys, muggers don sombreros.
So sharp, so twisting, they’re like arrows.
The target never narrows.
Sneaking, dancing through the night,
Arrows never cause a fright.
They steal every light.
Not one is safe; they’re everywhere.
Look around for their snare.
Don’t say your cross is too much to bear.
Are you too blind to see?
The answer is in front of me.
I will never be set free.
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