Do letters feel the weight of guilt
When they’re twisted into a lie
Or receive salvation from beseeching the lord with prayer
Did they draw straws to see which of them would form a word
So nefarious
Once given voice
No amount of letters can excuse it
Do they grow weary under the glare of judgment they pass so often
Through no fault of their own
What if they gathered in protest
Full of bluster and bluff
Threatening to strike
Forcing a mixture of grotesque pantomime and various scabs and hold outs
To assume their roll
Only to be left speechless
By the voice of a generation
Simply stated:
TBSS SMH LOL
(Photograph courtesy of tweaked/original photos Est:2020)
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