i fell in love with the word.


Euphemism

The equivocal soft sell of governments high above us.
Our ears so sensitive to the hard facts.
What have we become?
Toothless babes too vulnerable to absorb it as it is?
We build up our cushy cushy lives,
all rainbows and cotton candy.
Do we even have the slightst perception of what reality is?
Loss of innocence, all scars and circular saws.






Poetry by dre
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Written on 2008-06-25 at 01:16

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