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Rancid | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Same hierarchy imposed,
People standing
In rancid cliques pretending
To feel comfortable
In their own skins.

Reliving past triumphs
And the rush that came
From disparaging others,
Walking by with a nose
In the air, punch on the arm.

Years later,
Glory days still fondly
Revisited by husks
Too broken to rewire
The obsolete mess.


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