How To Get On In Society
A bay stretches far, where waves break soft,
a child ill with dreams of lands aloft.
Back from business, girls in skirts too tight,
executive roles, chasing false security through night.
The cliffs stand sharp, like thoughts that unfold,
of death in the diary of a church mouse, left cold.
Inferior love songs still hang in the air,
while the last of her order fades into despair.
Five o’clock shadow from the undergrounds,
guilt harrows the hill, leaving no mounds
to guide through the silence of society’s calls—
how to get on when the world too often falls?
The mouse scurries, unseen, in corners deep,
while we stand, women, pretending to speak
the language of the secure, the loved, the free—
all the while, searching for what we cannot see.
WoPoLi 
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