Thoughts For Sale
No-one truly knows what a moment is worth.
The movie's not over till the credits are run.
Life will never be fair for time has no conscience.
...and then we rip their wings off.
Plastic, silencer of the pocketful of nips timpani.
The dog looked as if it had been used to dust under the bed.
A feral cat stared into the abyss of hunger.
John G. Lawless
©6/14/2023
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