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Drippy free verse platitudes
Plastered inside our buses like ads,
Cheery optimistic chirps--
"My Windowbox Garden,"
"The Kindness of Neighbors"--
Meant to uplift the dung-sodden heart,
Instill or sustain a belief in a myth,
In the good or near-greatness of fellow men,
An essential delusion. And should that enchantment
Ever twitch or totally wiffle away,
Steel yourselves, brace for the mile-high drop:
Your grimacing seatmate has blood on his mind