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[steve pape]

Masquerade.

Thoughts are now all unmade,
Welcome to the violent masquerade.
Theres broken jaws for the un-reformed,
cocaine fuelled calls from bathroom stalls.

Alcoholic oblivion with wide eyed stare,
Mis-directed with no due care
Pools of blood, dark alley streams,
Blue lights and the siren screams.

Angry voices from open mouths,
Smashed up bottles and broken lives
Pavement fights, blood stained stone,
Anxious calls on lost mobile phones.

Paramedics now getting attacked,
We want your drugs, or your cash
Slumbered sleep of the confused,
Hospital beds all being misused.

Showing hate with a clenched fist,
For some this is all there is
Angst directed in the wrong way,
Still the same problems on the next day.

© Steven Michael Pape (2012)