Fears of Hiding

You’ve been seen
Hiding in your niche
Fabricating expertise
Rubbing one out in the weeds
You’re
Spotted
in the tall grass.
Company of one with the brass to boot
Enmeshing mouth of blab.

Power to the people
Who give you what you want
All front
You haven’t cried real tears in years
Even then your sputterings
An utterance of a moments mood
Forever dressing
Forever rehearsing
An end to the hypnotic veil
Ride’s over for this asymptotic mythic rail.

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