Now
if we shift the narrative slightly
We’d almost tip the scales
In our favor of blind justice
Weighing in on the destruction
Attention is had by eyes near and far
What happens soon
If you’re writing new history?
You’re not writing
The. New. History.
& the ilk didn’t know how to swallow
their pride in what mistakes they’ll
not own (sudden shift)
We all will move forward
To spite it all
Take a seat or two or twenty-several
(Somebody stop me here)
When you’re known on the local scene
It just seems to be a bit obscene
That we invisible, indivisible
Are not filling
the chamber of commerce
With our commercial
Brand of
Now.

of florescent bulbs
behind and above our heads
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