This is also pretty good.

Maybe we’re actually getting somewhere…


Burning multiple
pointless candles: who’s foolish
in this equation?

Relinquish control,
village idiocy: set
controls for chaos.

Stocks jointly sharing,
vegetative weight: turnip
headed conviction.

Which one is the fool?
Listener, perhaps; except
nobody’s caring.

All of you to blame:
culpability’s silence;
entirety damned.

Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020