There's no need for acquaintances

and I don't need freaks

I need the right word

People are shedding shadowy ills;

their words are stonefaced

storefaced fairies,

lying the way away;

hilarious humans

with all the wrong attitudes

and meaty minds

It's day 2 of a falling

Day & Night

will force uncomfortable words

down the boring;

way way down the tiresome

The Pretty are sad excuses

for the Beautiful;

the Poets for Mathematicians,

Cities for the Wilderness