X and Y

and lives flutter
pointed at by
with societys scorn
all will be had
but not if
you dont go flat
mobs sworm
with their lives
upright and tidy
churches swarm with
judge and jury
myriad of lies
with all eyes
but mother might be stark
if you do x
instead of y
so peer through windows and
closed doors
blocking the sun.

The End

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