It was never a place I could fit into
A place where tongues held is a common ailment
A miracle their mouths make sounds at all
From semantic and phoneme creations
There was a language never before seen to my eyes and unlearned
I am joyful for
Mannerurisms of hidden desires lie in old wooden chests
buried on the pan handle
Where no sea faring men dare
Money guppies grew on the trees with the illusion of sweat
on the brow in an air conditioned plush chair where kings counted money out for
the serfs
Wealthy asses that sat upon the tears of children who died
as they starved around the food seen and smelt
This land I could never stay in
A golden palace I am stuck in nor do I belong in
A land backwards in time
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