Freeverse 707

12/4/22

the more water I drink the better I write
keep my eyes closed to retain the night
I weep for modern times: TV guys, digital spies, burgers and fries
I'm ostracized, sand in my ostrich eyes

most don't even bother to try
to disguise their billboard-sized lies
I parry and step aside
made the road, now they want to hitchhike rides
giving me a thumb or finger, but no hand
and pitchfork tines

self-defense pardon me
I use my sword to cut in line
a pen with copper ink, it hunts just fine
in freeverse, but will adjust to rhyme
pictures in our memories
are constantly being resized

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