Developing country

Noise and nails penetrating
a lie so captivating;
salt so easily ignored.

Lukewarm harbor, its ship sailed;
drunken men banging its tail;
loopholes found in phony tales.

A creaking floorboard of pain
of a ship no longer there.
Flag so shrewd, it dared to care.

Allergen ropes out of cord,
untrue crew, so paranoid
with their masters but no Lord.

If one took their eyes for gaze
and counted sins, steps, mistakes,
denial would clump in heaps and lakes.

Satisfaction generator
of minimalistic waiters
feeding on unpaid bills,
stealing lives for thrill.


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