New World Order
Ideally love would have no shapes and sizes,
nor shades nor grades...yet, I do seem to have
my preferences; unable to cookie-cut all my
thoughts and feelings, despite the programming
of elevators, and the incessant jamming from
store speakers – my eyes, heart and, imagined
spirit, seeming to resist politically correct landscapes
and the soulless, mindless uncle who rules them....
Wanting free diversity
I guess I am wrong as God....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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