No - You Wonder
Show girls in robes,
halogen eye sockets look at melted ice cream.
How do you suppose this has come to this?
Because there was nothing else to blame anything on?
Experts in war criminality,
the blame was nothing more than a label anymore.
Like calling a Negro a Nigger and a woman a broad.
All the evaporation became one call on a bad microphone.
Soothing left spaces alone,
unicorns traded in their horns for some shiny horse shoes.
Horse shoes to hang above doubt that brought years
of bad luck to a broken mirror in water.
Yea,
the midgets requested to be dwarfs,
psychologists went home to curse telemarketers.
Profuse,
you wonder?
No.
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