Static Acts Paroles

following scent of commoness.



Fit the latest rage,

whatever stains the page.

Then fears allayed,

of lonely shade.



Wheels, they grind...industry.

Insipid finds, out of key.

Opinions bent toward standard waves,
Mock integrity.

Veiled hypocrisy.

Ironic finds,

when selves decried.



Ban expressiveness.

Bold repressiveness

dictated by minds closed tight

and walls that shut out light,

and so we have static acts.