Leave two faced people alone.
Hatred lives behind the mask
All I see is pseudo faces
That shift in and out of existence
Like ghosts disappearing
And coming to be
People not really happy
Smiling at me
And relieved to see me leave
Being free to unload
The truckloads of junk
That stacked up
While I was in their presence
A heart attack would happen
If they didn’t get if off their chests
Maybe not their hearts
But mine would be in jeopardy
So I leave before arguments happen
Like cutting the red wire
Or at least dodging the explosion
Copyright © 2012 by Lloyd Emery. All rights reserved.
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