That Lost Cord


logical fictions are causing me friction with some
subsets rubbing me wrong

against a throng of classless and the clueless
worried if, and where they might belong.

as they bellow their beloved political song in a babble
to the rabble they choose to ensemble

to riff and raft fears of a fact filled future to ballad
a history backwards

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