Only Morals (a poem)

Harder, because no one else will or can
Dominate those past sins, rescind,
Cash in on the moral debt
Use it until abuse of fibres dies,
Until drunk on euphoria from no faults
Perfection at every stroke, alone
Audiences afar, the self-made job
Reliance on the stretching mind,
Deconstructing the degrading moments.
Opportunity for more in this remote mode
To extend the dream state’s face
Repel against society’s graffiti on TV
Debate raging issues that mark me unique.

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