Mask
We've all been invited to the masquerade ball
where everyone's frowning underneath it all
the elites are still getting paid
for playing pinball with our minds
and charades with our lives
such a heavy price that they'll pay-
The unveiling will commence
when the kings grow tired of the game
demanding the mice to nibble off their masks
back into the froth of their mundane-
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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