More than I'm ever noticed
At all, really
Kicking rocks upon the fall
(Or the Fall?)
If there's a purpose to it all
Instead of being rendered to a crawl
Exponentiality -
Who will ever learn?
The embittered, impatient
Watching the numbers
Burn away unto their toll
One coin to discern
Every soul left to burn
Two sides, too selectively,
Distractingly, spurning
One another
Into one side or another,
As if to conquer and divide
And I rebel -
But not like "I'm a rebel"
But in a sense of woke
To tell about the pretense,
Being subject to this yoke,
This joke, abated,
Masturbated, exacerbated -
All the folk denied
And if this, into nothing, coincides
What will be rectified?
Who will be vilified,
As everyone's lied to?
Jeffrey Robert Adams
06242020
