Don’t
Keep the Change
We
live with borrowed smiles
we
should give back
and
with uniformed thoughts
we
must properly wear.
Cigarettes
won’t kill us, honey,
acting
that "everything is fine" will,
as
well as "it’s nothing" murmured through clenched teeth,
packed
in aluminum foils
as
heated kindness.
People
who obsessively wash hands don't understand
that
its not their hands that are dirty, but their conscience,
and
it can’t be
washed with soap
and hot water.
But
there is no one to tell them that....
They
speak roughly with insult, we smile back,
by
reading, we have picked up the wisdom
that
insults belong
to
the offenders, not to the offended.
Don't
count the change,
leave
it as a tip.
We
played madness too long
to
note that
acting
lacked
and
the madness remained.
