The moon twists in the sky,
trying to see
what all the fuss is about;
doesn't everyone have a dark side?
The stars aren't any help at all;
they grin too widely,
always mute ~ at least,
until they implode.
There's a lesson there,
I'm sure of it.
I don't trust anyone
that smiles all of the time ~
they're either delusional
or outright liars.
The moon glares at them balefully,
telling them
to get out of her space.
As usual,
they ignore her,
thinking,
"Moody bitch, ain't she?"


ha! ~tia


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