• Alone in a crowd
    Feigning Naturality
    I appear invisible.
    We are approximately equal
    To the bankrupt millionaire.
    I wonder what is going on in those beautiful badlands
    For a big minority
    to take the bigger half
    Of the brave wimps population.
    The burning ice
    Is burning cold
    where carnivorous vegetarians
    and cheerful pessimists
    In city park
    with the Clean Dirt
    is clearly confusing.