MIND WRECKAGE

Do they ever tell you?

Those who claim to love you

Do they sell to you?

Their hearts

Their flesh and bone

Do they smile at you?

Wither-less flaws when they turn at the corner

Flowers that unfold to the din of the sun

Shadow less when you stare at the floor

Do they jest?

At the court of the Banana Republic

At The-House-That-The-President-Built

The smile-less clowns who chant for your death

The well suited men who gavel for your breath