O' Plague Me, My Peers
They're the cat that catches my secondhand on the porch.
They're the ones who quietly dropped your torch.
They're the random pedestrians that swear to god.
They're the pseudo-believers of the original and odd.
I am the context in which they speak of.
I am the palm that dwells beneath the glove.
I am the jury who corrects their flaws.
I am the judge who speaks their laws.
We're the people who dance to no sound.
We're the ones who make our own worlds go 'round.
We're immortal together despite common suspicion.
We're not alone in this world, that's the human condition.
Copyright © Frank Cipriani | Year Posted 2009
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