Aug 19, 2021

there goes my mother, she’s a mouse


Humans. For some of us
Even our masks wear masks.
A mask of a swan hidden beneath
A mask of a crow.
We think we are not beautiful,
So we wear these things
To hide us from life.
It seldom works, yet
We do the same thing with language,
Hiding truths inside of lies
While raping the truth with lies.
There goes my father, he’s an owl,
No, he’s a laughing hyena.
Don’t believe him.
And there goes my mother, she’s a mouse,
No, she’s a dog, a poodle,
Sleeping all day on the sofa.
You can listen to her if you want,
It’s just soft snores.


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