Nemesis
I own my irony, my specificity,
Matching my generalities,
Either way,
Nobody notices.
They own their irony, their iniquity,
Bubbling forward their duplicity,
But again,
They don't notice.
And yet it is our irony, our demise,
That we should close our eyes,
So, yet again,
We don't notice.
But to serve notice.
To react and reply,
To blot out the sky,
To shout and wonder why,
We have no resolution,
No absolution,
Just one big revolution.
And yet still,
Nobody notices.
Invino Veritas
4/8/15
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