Stimulus
people are sick
society stifled and slowly sliding away
will one willingly escape
from stagnant airs
kiss me says the fool
six pence none the richer
but richer they claim to be
in shallow folds
of bills
put off to tomorrow
shaking hand(out)s
without any silly gloves
it's not greed
when you act out
when a want is a need
distance what distance
(un)masked attention
let's be social
(in)security
no content nor consideration
for the old
for their young
crying
generations dying
before blind eyes
all hopped up on weed
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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