Circles

Posted byPoeEternalPosted inmicropoetry, PoeEternal, poetry, WritingTags:, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

America generica
Land of the lies
Freedom is an episode
Where individuality dies
Sheeple a dime a dozen
And honesty he never tries
Chasing his tail in circles
Lost behind the guise

© Delia Ross. 2019   

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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