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Informants
Informants
Parameters Dear Watson, I exclaim to everyone at the table
Ambassadors of the latest brand continue talking in fables
Calipers on my legs and hands as I begin to feel disabled
Passengers of the broken and grand reject these constant labels
A touch of light brevity for one to leave some room to contemplate
As such the sight of levity leaves me so much less inclined to procrastinate
In the garden of ghetsemony Jesus was forced to deliberate
Like a crutch to lean light up on as the enemy approaches at the gate
There’s no time to linger for a moment as danger is on the horizon
Relaxed and sublime she’s a performing singer that has to sleep with the lights on
There’s not an object to be the harbinger of dispair as they choose to continue to fight on
While in the refined and royal air I’ll be someone they can rely on
Aberrations of polite conversation left to fizz out in the silence
Commiserations for the invitation to engage in protest based violence
Considerations of the elevations of such niches incline to display pretence
Obfuscations of the invocations that require there’s no more nonsense
Humanity crumbles at the table as I cannot continue the performance
Insanity humbles the old fables of those basking in self-importance
Profanity mumbles from the mouth of the green gables that come from the non conformist
Calamity grumbles as I realise I am surrounded by informants
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
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Elizabeth Moroz
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