fables
such silly stories we heard as kids
pots of gold at rainbow's end
wolves that dress in grandma's clothes
and eat little girls
stories the ended happily—
but not for the wolf
those stories trained us to believe
exactly the wrong things
but they served a purpose
bought us time, a useful commodity
by the time we figured it out
we were little adults
making little adult decisions, i.e. mistakes
that were often messy
and ill-timed, and either terrifying
or a great deal of fun
those stories prepared us
for absurdities to come
big fat stories to come
that are laughably, demonstrably false
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2023-10-19 at 02:55




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