questionable truths

We hang ourselves out to dry
pretend the world can't see us
and the way this crumbles
on close inspection

There's a knock at the door
always waiting
with a promise of a better tomorrow
if this were a libertarian state
where everyone was equal
and this hand up
didn't come with chains attached
to some moral code
we've exorcised
like the demon it is

I close my eyes and don't think about it
I smile at every knock at the door
though I would prefer a deadbolt
and a day of movies and popcorn
but our lives don't come
with a closed door policy anymore
and a predictable peace
Isn't much use
when you need to survive

I hang myself out to dry
and pretend I don't notice
how loud we scream

 © Indie Adams 2022