All Alike - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

All Alike

They are all alike,
And she’s not,
Nor has she ever
Wanted to be,
A wave of ordinary sameness,
Each following
The same insipid song
Toward some distant cliff
Where they’ll all jump off,
Just because that’s
What everyone else does.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer