#405

U. N. I. T. Y.  (Unfortunately No Inquiry Tells You)

her beauty walked in darkness

clouded shrouds of mind filled with sanity dance

childish whims, presence alike

masking ever-present desire for self-fulfillment

fooled alike, man after man

fooled for men long dead, portraits revered

energy sorted, real prize

sponges swathed in glorified entitlement

filled to overflowing,

gorged in debaucherous gluttony

ends in misery realized

can’t be seen for rose glass tint

arriving sooner than not

five years at the most, all that is left

socialist nightmare, bullshit dream

feminism.

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