The Rest - 2010/08/22

Here comes the funny fool of which I dream
His words describe a world I have not seen
Yet his belief trumps all despite the pleas
To open his eyes and describe what he sees
Should I exist within his surreal nightmare
Substituting avarice for charity is now fair
Though the games operate on a one way street
Of such delusions his world is oh so replete
Let us all join hands and sing to the stars
While the joy of poverty covers these scars
Will he feign shock when I deny the request
Can he ever awake and one day join the rest?

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