Down The Other

It’s entirely up to you.
What shall we do
Fires burning
No one’s learning
Still flying
and buying
and lying
Blindly ill
A prize for dying early
Living in Oblivion
somewhere near Denial
Up one side and down the other
Leading to some favored heap
Mounds of gold
Fools on hills
Pretty dicey
All too pricey
Who will rescue
all the cats and dogs
and us
It’s entirely up to you.

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