Wednesday, November 20, 2013


I can no longer bless the parade

you dance in costume and expect everyone to bow

dozens of you demanding attention

and dozens of you common as dust

it is not mine to see you when the dance is done

and your own children will spit on you

who tired so hard to be their 'friend'

let God bless the fool's parade...I'm busy reclusing....

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