sweet freesia
and narcissus
tarnished
with nicotine
you can dress
a pig, yourself, or your king
but still they'll be best
at their worst
when this is how we judge
and live
and reward
where's all the honor gone
was it ever richer
than the words
or the pockets of those
that profess their mastery of it
sweet road
to somewhere
please find me
I given up
some lesser vices
and keep the best
to balance my brighter points
and I think
the world is just
dancing
the same old moves
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