Do you remember playing Marco Polo as a kid in the pool
Swimming while blind, unable to tell the water from sight!
The avenues all parked up with cars as we
Should have done but we all collapsed and slithered in
Through the fence instead?
It is true the psychiatrist does not fool
With many things like Soddom and Gommorrah did
But it feels the same
Vandalised by playthings for the poorest of members
Of society as they should be left to
Not the adult population where they all see it as
A way of being true to themselves
Not other people.
It is not what you seem, it is what you
Are, the said, when they asked me what it meant to be here
On the slave shelfed existence to their pool.
It should have been: It is not what you seen
But what you ‘ave been, that matters the most,
For you are not what you seen but what you mean.
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