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Society fragments,
urban decay,
draped in polyester.

You can’t pick
the pieces up
Humpty,
after the fall.

Scattered men,
women and
children shooting
down the hall.

Wind blows the
changes faster.
Don’t listen
to teacher’s pet.

Devils and
angels
calling on you
without regret.

shoulder to
shoulder
men marching
men like ants.

stand apart
in winter
of my
discontent.