The juxtaposition between what we proclaim and what we give ourselves over to.

This world wants monsters to lurk in every household

A snarling manifestation of our collective misery made incarnate

We drift into the decidedly dark

and the desirability of essential escape from the foreign

Seen as a simple sort of lark;

A subscription to the twisted prism of the less boring

The commanding,

the demanding,

the consummate

While the people pride themselves on carrying on;

Enduring

Substituting the salient for the false god of what appears apt; alluring

If the truth be told to spit upon the spark

That denial and Satan has been methodically obscuring

©2009 J. K. Bradford

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