The shops were filled with people.
People walking.
Their clothes bore no exact resemblance,
To others they were wearing.
Yesterday 87,
held up a fucking smile.
Today they scattered indigestion
Through the bitter streets of their mind.
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Author notes
The 'walking' symbolizes the endless searching of us people. The 'smile' symbolizes how we dimly hold a flimsy and fake mask of happiness when Christmas arrives, then soon revert back to being nasty to each other when it's over. The '87' refers to a number of people.
This has the same structure as my poem CONform and might be considered a sequel.
And yes, I said 'fucking' in this poem, but I have to write my poetry how it comes to me, or I coudn't write at all.
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