Angel eyes, by design
watching it all fall
from a soft rust recliner
Liar's all of you
do not dare to speak
because we will not turn a cheek.
but point out our communal shame
with bleeding broken knuckles
and crooked nub
Why the look of surprise
when we stayed in the streets
in the streets.
as the rest watch like bleating sheep.
Shaking your head at our 60's repeat.
But we will see, when the bottom of the basement falls out.
And then who will be watching?
Who will be left?
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