age
crowds bug you.
you don't like
the marching mob
elbow
to elbow,
cheek
to cheek.
you don't want to be
one of them,
the lemming
heading
for cliffs edge.
one of
the mindless
gaggle
of geese honking
with blurred reason,
confused
heads.
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