Part II
I forget the name I had before.
My name now doesn’t fit.
Newmarket.
Ugh. How awful.
More like gluttonous slime of spiritually devoid
self-involved illusion
of economic success.
That’s what I’d call what we’ve all become.
Or something like that.
Oh, maybe I’m being cantankerous.
I’m sure there have been good times too.
And good people.
Small children playing at school.
High school students volunteering to sit with me for 20 minutes—
I wish they weren’t afraid of shocking me with their stories.
I’d like to know who these people are
But they just tell me that they study hard
And want to be accountants.
You can’t really know a person who lies so hard
Even if they believe it themselves.
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