She smiled through her prolapsed face
Chocolate teeth from the chocolate cake for breakfast
Heart of gold shone through her cleaning apron
He told me about his day of building a wall
People shocked at the princess's new life

Drawn to reading the unpleasant news
Watching the spasms of outrage unfold
Strangers chatter but no one is listening
Its a mud slide out there
I become ignorant to the carbon-copy authority

Hiding behind the sofa from the collector
The distortion of yesteryear clouds my judgement
Lamentation becomes a cultural habit
As we become expert judges on humanities ideals
Then in she comes with her mop and bucket

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