your words they lie
as well as
sit a pale egg
unhatched
the poison slurry
fills the cracks
appalling we are
spit-and-polish
egos where a small
few head
he goes all in
they follow even unto
silver-plated truth he
traded in
exchange for
long-since missing wits
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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