There’s a drug going round
here-a-bouts and round-a-while
lifting everyone off the ground
while floating with a cardboard smile.
Never dare to be down
or you’re met with a frown
or told chin up
by addicts hooked.
Facing facts is a fraud.
Head in the sand, they applaud.
Everyone on a merry-go-round.
Truth is I’m iggy pop bored.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
