Senseless words
Neon-sequitur poetry

Pardon my imagery
Lost on your savagery

Precision-targeted put-downs
Tempered with apologies

Crying, “Well you can keep your world…
And I’ll be in mine”

Wishful thinking
It’s never that easy

Ride it out
Paint on brave smiles

Bearing Styrofoam crosses
While egos hold the real weight

We don’t know true pain
But claim it our affliction

And will make sharing that myth to others
Our life’s pointless quest