Awful.
The stunned silence
And forced clapping
Awkwardly followed each other.
Everyone else thought so too.
Cold stillness
Punctuated by that condescending grin
That I wanted to punch.
Punch really hard.
And knock out those uneven bad teeth.
And that irritating grin along with it.
Damn Doctor Daeng.
And his rural crew.
And the audience laughing on cue
At nothing.
We looked on, numb,
As They lost
And they won.
And it went all wrong.
Better for us-
We felt better-
But the World went all wrong.
And my faith in It's been gone
Ever since.
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2 comments:
chuck.they dont matter.
I certainly hope so, joey, for our sake.
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