Something always told me
that time would come
when the people behind the curtain
all came out naked
and danced for the masses yet again.
Here we watch as
they dance their two step
three step
four
in order to cover up
their ass
when we come a looking
for someone to point a finger to.
Well what are you waiting for?
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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