No Hiding
by Michael Doyle

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction,
With a whisper of angst, you find it in the friction.
It's the slow burn of ambiguous moral values,
Hammered hard as if by some forsaken miscue.

I like a friend with some mischief in their eyes,
Whatever else they might wear as their disguise.
Is the lost love enough to serve to save you,
Pulling you from the abyss of that busy that you do.

There's no hiding when truth finally comes to town.
Comedy may be king but it's an ill-fitting crown.
We trust in mother nature and her children in their possibility
To bring about nature's equilibrium with humility.

In this age, our righteous anger finds too many words
As we walk an empty land filled with the overly absurd.
Targets of opportunity make their way into faded satire,
While the dark humor of cosmic justice openly conspires.

When you make your living with your open mind,
Retirement feels like the loss of what's left behind.
Lambasting power and money would seem like futility,
If it wasn't vested in the hermit's secret identity.

(c) May 21, 2025   Michael Doyle
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