A stretched-out band’s pulled thin and pale with tension
This wretched land is fertile for portension
Its far-fetched plan is born of apprehension
Turns breath-snatched panic past my comprehension
My rough-sketched sanded smile is just pretension
And level-handed mantras get no mention
Anxiety
Is anguish plus society
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