CANKER SORE ON A HYPOCRITE’S MOUTH
spitting at me
because I've not entered
on my hands and knees
I am no king
but I am no infant either
and the thousand and one morals
the rat-eyed lepers preach
each have a back door
where they’ll rob you in the dark
but the humans argue
the humans scream at each other
society can’t keep
its promises
and the mob looms dirty
dirty but strong
and if one person knows
that ten are fools
it is no solace
because the ten laugh together
a laughter as ugly
as oil in the ocean
that will take as long to
wash away.
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Mather Schneider drives a cab in Tucson.
