With a smile on my face
I plugged a dollar
into the machine that promised change...
and all I got was quarters.
Distraught, I disappeared into the city
where milling faces midst chilling voices
all bleated like sheep for freedom...
yet all were following orders.
And the stores lit anew
with their expensive little bribes
promised us all a better tomorrow,
but the changing rooms don't change
the lost or deranged,
and the cover-up they offer...
is fickle.
So I ran from it all,
to my corner, 'hind my wall
where my musings were simply musings
about something different.
And like everyone else,
I was concerned only with "self"
while the next person smiled
and plugged in their dollar.
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