Being Mislead

The mind develops a swagger

Thinks about the jokes it can unleash

Out on the streets of consciousness

There will be spectators

Lots of clapping and enthusiasm too

Obstinate breath stifles the air

A serenity street becomes a market

Those in uniforms keep a watch

Others look mismatched as their thoughts

Too much of delusional confidence

Everyone lured to this attendance

Loose talk and curses fly like missiles

A market where idiocy is traded

The swagger never leaves, but emboldens

There are no sober dialogues here

Forget about being heard over the nonsense

Sleazy jokes swirl like thick smoke

This, at the crossroads of chaos

The mind loses its way with a swagger


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