RATCHET FREE
SORRY WORLD
...And get me gone from this awful pain; I
can't stand another minute. The oak tree
before me is turning willow in grief - I
sharpen these moments with my mind.
Down at the yellow park, I stand before
the depression era monument to Labor
but don't know why. It's been re-done
now, and modernized to look brand-new.
What's the use? Lost all meaning now.
I once knew the girl whose grandfather
painted all those hideous figures - now
the restoration has skipped over all of
those contorted faces once there, almost
scary. The new ones now, if not blanked
out, are generic and pallid and plain. Too
bad. Today's modern human is an idiot -
can't take pain, can't understand a thing,
and just doesn't wish to deal. No scary
faces please, and no grotesque figurines
of which our small children may frighten.
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