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The Price You Pay
we pay a certain price for our
lies, these lies which are suppose to protect
us
from so much realities
(they trouble us and so we cope up
in order to proceed to another day
of joy and pretense)
others pay the higher price
of isolation
others have stiffer fines and penalties
that island of abandon
that river of tears
that misty mountain of oblivion
on your birthday today
no one remembers you because you have written
the wrong date
in your autobiography
on our guilt you tell the date of your birth
and so here we are
(on the spirits of Ariel, the gleams of a Gem
and the rest of the happy company)
singing: happy birthday friend
may you have more lies to come! (lol!)
ha ha ha typo error, may you have more
birthdays to come!
alright, blow your virtual candles on your virtual cake
and close your eyes and say your
virtual wishes....
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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