You had one important thing to say.
Three more.
You basically said No.
Homely you are.
You make sticks.
They are going to be.
You make always the same mistakes.
Trapped.
A lot of activity.
Making jokes.
Moving bones.
Entwined in a sex-act.
Something you have on questioning.
Young people weep and cry.
Conflicted by illness.
There are these migrants.
This is how they have you on.
They are a people.
They would not go.
Born onto unmowed meadows.
Falling into sin.
What happens to these people?
What makes them disappear?
Many of them move west.
Others have no feet.
It is unpopular to live successfully.
It is what we've apparently grown out of.
It was temporary.
Watching animals die.
You never picked one.
It never took place.
Behavioral sink.
These people have to live here.
It all seems so small.
You cannot relate to it.
Having to live with your own set of lies.