Signs

As I awake from my sleep from morning to night

Awaking to the disappearing light

Dress up, groom down, and left to right

The ways I look when you’re in sight

Like feigning death in hostile land

I act, but the time is never at hand

I know it must be so hard to stand

Looking this way, toward your friend

Exchange greetings with dark despair

The face you give seems not to care

Act hurtful, peddle sexual wares

If not, just receive blank stares

Become a part of simple things

Sports and drinking, one night flings

Love attached to weakened strings

Act just like the scorpion’s sting

Obituary on page three

The picture on column one is me

I read the signs and from what I see

Death is the only way to be free.

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