MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bordered Reality’

What ever you say
What ever you do
Will not matter
When you are blue


Distance relations
Bordered reality
Masked faces
Random fatality


Could it be true
Weeds need a spray
Round up people
One left to pray


Sterile needle
Prick plays the part
With pride and joy
Jab without heart

Stay still or lie flat
There is Zombie in your bed

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