While busy striving
To be mimetic
Craving
The Joneses
Greener grasses
You failed to notice
Every blade
— Is synthetic
Tend to your own
Leave the Jones’ grass alone
This is a great way to end Halloween October.
You know I watch a lot of true crime, yes! And if you remember correctly, that sense that you can never truly know someone, even those closest to you, has never left me. Or maybe we do know, and can know, but we choose to ignore those instinctual feelings and see what we want only.
Your Jones may be a bunch of anti-social, psychopatic fucks with children who exhibit callous and unemotional traits; don’t be setting up no play dates. Forget about them because I don’t want to see you on the news talkin’ bout how, “They were so friendly! I can’t believe …”
Do not end up on Dateline.
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