Where did you learn this shit?

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SOOTHSAYING ISN'T A HOBBY

Bogus hope
In Miracles.
Waiting like children
Upon the sounds of sleigh bells.
Humanity glares,
No.
It sneers.  Gritting teeth
And bearing disgust.
Breathing hot breath
Into soft skinned faces
And burning powdered noses
With acrid stink.
Admitting order elusive here
Feels oppressive.
Taught to play life
Like a hand of cards,
Only wishing
Everything had a reason
So the good could have a hero
And the bad could have a villian.
What's in a name?
Everything some say.
Definition.
An oddly cruel box,
Allowing the vague to take shape
Locking change from reality.
Would you ration water
If you live by the river?
Perception, a slave to desire.
An attempt to keep from losing
One's mind
When faced by the raging sea and barren wilderness.
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