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On What Grounds?
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Old So much to ingest
it can be strenuous to filter
the best from the good from the
not so fresh.
Sometimes we get in
where we fit in
and make a name for ourselves
amidst the crowd,
where all pretend
it matters.
There's nothing flatter
than the illusion of
human excellence
splattered across the sidewalk
where we chalk up
our tally.
Yes, we'll all find our spots
where we're revered
for endeavors only as meaningful
as what we, the blind,
define.
Let's blow each other's cock each other's
guns.
And gauge integrity
on broken grounds
tonight.
In the meantime, I can't explain
why we smoke pot
in parking lots with cops,
talking philo-wisdom
and half-baked politics,
pretending clever chatter is hot.
And truth be told,
I haven't the foggiest how...
