o you lost and shining new quarter
worth less and less every day --
what have we made of ourselves,
sold in the market of flesh
rejecting the idea our parents had
and what we would become and want.
there are the boys and the girls
letting out their ghosts, their flesh
finally emerging out of the egg,
the schools and being someone's
brother or sister or son or daughter,
released finally to bow
to the master of their own
inner demons so artfully crafted
and dressed up to shock,
to be released today, hungry,
to be picked-up and spent,
only to be returned tomorrow,
to what we really are and
the burdens we will always carry.
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