Roses
everything's coming up roses.
we gather them all --
one by one the prickly stems threaten to fall.
hope there is, for the masses,
as the future is gripped and strangled
with false-positive affirmations.
wide-brimmed smiles spread from faces
with in-genuine eyes that say be better"
but mean "do your worst".
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