Make It Real Compared To What?
The juries of debauchery; with there jaded little judging’s;
They leave no room for circumstance; because it’s known they are begrudging
They think they make it real; but real compared to what;
Opinions maybe of some exiles; that circle in a rut.
A simple minded creature; is the spineless jelly fish;
But even when avoided, it’s supposed they should exist.
Disappointed and discouraged; the watcher’s walk alone;
They’ve grown to like their solitude; for most out there are drones.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
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