Artistic Travesty
by Michael Doyle

Mouth breathers don't truly understand
The logic, as it were, of supply and demand
That produces things of artistic travesty
Like the weight of the world bringing me to my knees

This is a complex world in its friending
And not often enough that I get a happy ending
But there it is, into the darkness descending
All the fighting changes found in their pretending

Free will it seems, might be overrated
The way so many give in as if duly fated
To lead their lives in their redundancy
Where rational actors trip up as in conspiracy

I and you, we end up where we should never be
You and I, caught up in this hopeless travesty
We each have our job to do, or so it seems
Though we cross each other in our simple dreams

Woven with skills as we urge on to make up
Disguised as it were as another fatal breakup
Startled as we are, we walk off to quietly find
That best of us is who we have yet left behind

(c) November 16, 2022  Michael Doyle
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