
gravity gives me wings
to soar over streets
where rumors are afoot,
my collars are white , starched,
worn backwards like
politics that say feed the rich,
virtue , morality, fair play
cannot be read from
the heights i soar,
although i see you
again on the phone
laughing like nothing was serious,
down the broad slope
of my nose you take a drink,
slight a cigarette,
turn on Mad TV
and slap a knee while
an ash falls on otherwise spotless carpets,
behold me, damn you, i am truth
in black robes and hard soles,
there is nothing to laugh at,
look at me, i am all virtue,
and i can wave my arms
like wings that bring me freedom
and a thirst you wouldn't believe.
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