So this is all a game

So this is all a game

I put my name tag on
You look at my face
Complete

And you are there lurking
From a balcony
Looking at me

I am real. I am the specimen.

You are all wearing masks
In a balcony of
Darkness

I am real.

And you all laughed so hard

“How can this real guy be so stupid? ”

The bastards are still alive.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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