In a Cold, Bleak World
like the spokes of a wheel
giving
an illusion
of reverse movement,
playing wicked tricks
on sound minds,
telling blatant white lies
to eyes wide open,
nothing Is what It seems...
in this nihilistically dark,
violent, cynical world
of immoral men, dames
and double-crossing femme-fatales.
a gloomy underbelly where
all are lost in a blinding fog
of bewildering mystery
and treachery;
where a plethora of vices
and corruption hold sway,
where danger and pessimism
lurk in the shadows...
and nothing
is what it seems;
this cold, dark world,
seen in film noir.
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Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/23/23
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