Savannah

When they talk, acid oozes from their lips
Clever enough to sidestep convention
They utter caveats
Expressing disdain for
Common sense
Instead looking to the insulation
Of the groupthink

I wonder often how we arrived here
Mostly why it is such that
I see this as plain as day
The obstruction of the sun
And collapse of bright stars

Burst pipes hold more promise than the empty words they speak

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