A Pandemic Of Awkward Confusion Poem by Francie Lynch
A Pandemic Of Awkward Confusion
We've succumbed
To the pandemic
Of awkward confusion;
Where the rabbit,
Not magician,
Is half the illusion.
We're topsy-turvy,
I'm getting sick:
We're highly toxic,
It's acute, not chronic,
We've set the cameras
On ego-centric.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion,ego ,illness,illusion,magic,poison,vanity
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