Thursday, December 21, 2017

A Story.

A Story

This is a story about commerce.
The light was in the window of
A tall skyscraper.  A man was spinning
A web of lies, telling secrets no one should
Tell-that he didn’t love his wife or his family,
That he didn’t even want to work.  He wanted
To be a prizefighter and earn money selling
Beer to local teenagers, who are trapped in
This thing called “school,” trapped in loveless
Friendships, trapped in fighting at home.
Perhaps he thought he was helping them.
Sometimes there is no way out except to
At least try to help yourself, becoming better
Than what you were yesterday, and sometimes
There are ways to make reality appear a little
More appealing, that the difference between
Being popular and having friends is like
Throwing a penny in a fountain.  The reality
Of life is this:  everything is temporary,
Some things are nocturnal, like bats,
Who live in their bat caves and have their
Bat lives, so unconcerned with the rest of
The world.  That is how I would like to be:
Totally immersed in my surroundings,

Swept away by the tide.

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