(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Trail Of Failures

When some begin to leave behind,
A trail of failures easily to find.
There has been a supporting of incompetence.
Too stunning that has overwhelmed,
Those so enchanted by charm.
And obviously not by the missing of wit.
Since something else stunning has overcomed,
The blinding of a consciousness that has been done.
To have misunderstood failures as triumphs.
That would leave those volunteering to accept,
Going under a deep hypnosis.
To quack like ducks and bark like dogs.
Finding themselves objecting to romance,
A continued dance with failure to imagine,
As too much of a stretch for their minds.
Even if they could find a dime in emptied pockets,
To donate to such a conscious outrageousness.

"This craze is too unbelievable,
To perceive the possibility of its belief.
No one in their right mind,
Would find this a financial benefit.
Unless...
There are many out of their minds,
Entrusted with codes or keys...
To empty bank vaults legally?
And with brains feasting,
On corruption uninterrupted."

-Ssssshhh.
Let the sound of my voice,
Take you to places unknown.-

"Oh no.
I ain't buying that.
My ex said the same thing.
Years ago.
And the next thing I knew,
I was signing divorce papers."

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