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Shirt
and tie and all that goes with it.
Status, style and all that worthless
bull....
Empty lives that do not search,
all alone we stand on our perch.
Waiting for crackers and other snacks,
We hold out our hands as we watch our
backs.
Lost in a world that we help create,
silently we accept our sad fate.
Actors, maybe, at our best,
when it comes to action we fail the
test.
Complain and moan, that is all we do,
until the person that were complaining
about,
is the person that we are moaning to.
Then we have come full circle,
traveled from beginning to end.
One life is falling apart,
while another is on the mend.
One person is coming,
while another is going,
While other’s debate what is worse,
not caring or not knowing.
Either way it is all the same,
It is the same person and situation,
only with a different name.
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