Exchange - Ghostlimb

Sincerity is a hard hand to play

Cutting down all our old friends

Awash in sarcasm and alcohol

With the banalities of pubescence

Where such arrogance is no luxury of the defeated

And the notions leech circumscribed by boys' speech

And all empathy is unseated

When your knees get weak

And your conscience falls fast asleep

Do you water the native grass

Like the internalized weeds

But the debate rages

If we’re detracted or augmented

If our skins grow thick in cruelty or improvement

I am sure some would stop us right there

Under the auspice of containment

And I am certain that some might find it scathing

But wit sarcasm and criticism

Form the basis of further conversation