Underhanded
Itching for perfection
in a world that can't define what it means.
Searching for stability
in an unstable world.
The game is set up
for you to lose, long before you started playing.
But at least your being entertained,
while you stand there
being robbed.
It's useless to keep anything,
you can't take it with you.
you're left here to die.
Continue to smile while everyone
feeds you lies.
Copyright © Linda Snipes | Year Posted 2017
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