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another one.
Observation at Macy's
I am trying to recall when it happened,
the time when I was reminded to the truth
perhaps it was the laughing girls spatten
the words that had turned me aloof.
Precious jewels in their eyes,
beliefs and philosophies being fed
oh, the times they waste doing their hair,
and choices they make who will be in their bed.
Living a lie through all its glory,
rarely ever surfaces
but maybe the key to unlocking the truth
is just inside their bountiful purses.
large and luxurious, speckled in frills,
no wonder the sight of rabbit fur gives me the chills.
Perhaps its the things that are contained inside,
that revolts me from ever having any pride.
These devices are used to hide them close to fear
the lipstick, the powder, and the vanity mirror.
Attached they are to the outcome it paves,
it is the secret to unhappiness that these creatures crave.
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