#1776 - most people

 

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most people

 

most people won’t see what’s in front of them

won’t see themselves at all

 

it’s as if they’re not here when they are

this is very white of them

that they’re as plain as day

 

some skin grows over lidless eyes

 

most people are the elephant in the room

 

lumber along

their loves as light

they have the extra knees

 

we must not tread on their tails

 

poke fun

 

machines, in their way, know

 

any animal will

any other animal

 

they trumpet

it’s a long gestate

 

omens in the scat so soon

 

mud pelt

and trunk it up

imbibe

 

many are drunk on a puddle of fruit

 

sun’s their hoisting

take to the shade

and have it some days down

 

look what they can do with their ears

wallaby would as well

 

their aches larger than all the rest

 

most, but note, not all

 

were woolly once

and it must have been winter

 

they have a little flail

most moan

or take a little roll around

that’s yoga!

or it was

 

chamelions!

 

spell things out on the ground with their paws

 

are monkey up a tree

and slip banana too

 

most people shoot for the moon

wake sore

 

will flex wings

preparing for flight

 

some strut and some peck down

 

you won’t find a thicker skin

 

most people are full of blood

wouldn’t spill for quids

 

there is the odd circumstance

 

some are sharpened to a point

 

some people fall from the sky

 

a stampede

who can tell their mood?

 

you’ll see them on the circus ladder

how do the hoops of fire

 

they leave a stain where the flowers stood

 

some are putting out still

 

most people are someone else

and every animal is

 

and note this date

 

life’s brief whichever way

 

we’re not forgetting this