The street can be
A pollution of media thought forms,
A twisting and bending of truth,
A conflagration of gossip……poop.
Who cares of judgment’s noose,
If you do,
You’re trapped possibly
In the grapevine’s ladder ruse.
The last ring at the top
Breaks in two
And one falls
To humble pie’s taste buds.
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