playing dead today

part of being the person they think you are is
letting the mask they put on you happen,
after last year they might have some fear,
you never know when things get
insane and then you must deal with that, my dear,
nearby the collected
giants of consumption are very
dedicated to the greed that made them,
even though that
allows the frustration to find this correct target,
dying people all around the
tortured societies get to feel the effects,
organized for the benefit of deadened souls,
defined by the deceit in unkindness,
as you escape the ignorant unworthy,
your enlightened mind knows what it needs
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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