conceit

We are no longer civilized
we have become whores;
loud crowing animals
weighted by ego
and we call it rebellion.
And not that those of
other times, bore not pride,
but rather presented it as
fine words, like garnish
on a silver platter- candor
written in literary pages with
spines of different stature.
Unlike the modern swash
where boast spits from
foul and arrogant tongue
and parades on television
faking reality for fame
and the more gross,
the more they are celebrated.

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