Lingua Franca
Love, peace, prosperity —
The three verities of happiness's high drama.
How do I clue you in that they're not worth a bad crap,
Certainly not all they're cracked up to be?
I know the truth: death is a whole hell of a lot better.
"How did you tap into this,
Get a handle on the veracity of reality's reality,
Its six-feet-under number?" you ask me.
I suppose it just goes with the territory —
No-man's-land, where quicklime is life's lingua franca.
12/12/08 - (2)
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