Eagerness Deceit
He had to question
why all his enthusiasm
And anxious fervor
to meet a bunch of strangers
Might've asked unclear:
"am I adding mist to your
consciousness?" for all
signs ahead were packed with it
Eagerness deceit
whenever it's tile get hit.
Copyright © Hugh Rowsky | Year Posted 2020
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