At Our Worst…

Have us not be the types who simply smile as we…

spin lies meant for gold in a place where the future is muddy.

waste away beside black water where no image reflects.

trick three rights with one left where only right is good.

prey on lovely emotion where fakery vegetates.

eat with porcine taste buds where hunger is popular.

cast blood to the earth where stone is sod.

gobble everything where life should prosper.

But if nothing else,

have us not be the oblivious type: smiling, thinking happiness exists where contentment reigns.