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Absurd

freedom is

an absurd grandiloquence

scribbled by a poet of Pretense (me).

freedom and all its very tall comrades

slide glistening off the tongue

with grotesque and sophistical

ease.

and what an irony

that we (poets of Pretense)

will quibble with vigour

over the fluidities of language

and how to define ‘sardonic’

while that grandiosity

with a false face,

its only face,

inscribed by arrogant quivering pupils

mocks us,

sardonic.

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