as bulbs go

I detest the stress of this mess

and only want what’s best.

But I’m a guest–my

observations are

incorrect and everyone is on the

defense:

pretending

that we’re friends.

Who instilled this climate

of

social paranoia in the sad and

disenfranchised rest?

Eyes are meant to shine and vie

for life:

always madder for more still,

not dimmer, dulled, and

burnt out as bulbs go. -clw  4-18-17
copyright: C. Ward 2017

– crickle-bot publishing

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