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The Real Is Gone
How many times have I said that I choose sincerity?
How many times must I say it?
Please stop coating each line with sugar
just to get me to swallow it.
We must interrogate the liars,
but we needn't catalog their lies.
Once a titillating pitch,
now a superfluous irrelevance.
My culture taught me lessons
for a life it was no longer possible to live.
I must purge my urge to purge
the inconsequential and the immoderate.
Life is framed like a riddle
while, in fact, it is a shaggy dog story.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.