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Boiling Cauldron


Dressed to three nines but upside down

with slender fingers and shallow pockets.

Altruism’s not a strong suit well adorned

even while the seams are coming unstitched.

~

A crumbling foundation found in fiasco

hidden behind a smoke screen veneer.

The son can’t shine beyond debasing shadows

as the center of self glares blindingly clear.

~

The resources fated, habitually sated,

every penny in its wrongful due place.

Any dime dropped will roll straight through the grates,

with every spent nickel a billowing disgrace.

~

Familial lines drawn and stretched way too thin.

Breaking point buffered by litigation.

Momentum only quelled till time to begin

moving in the direction of mitigation.

 

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