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Surrounded by  beige-


Seas  scrubbed Free of expression-


C’est la Vie


Fluer du Mal.




of the minds


whose souls


are lost to the distraction


of broken parables.




in drunken ramblings.


High on the scene


in a


travelogue of adjectives


Too see through society.


The self proclamation


of hipsters


daring not.


Too be seen –


in looks of black disdain-


being bored  out of habit.

In the company of


sycophants hanging on to


their last stand.


The system is a cancer


that kills us all.


It was said;


Who needs a flag


to live in harmony.


There is no peace


in silent suffrage.


There is no beauty


under the sword.