Vineyard
Lowbrow ideals
And people who indulge in
them
Like wine in its vintage
Fermented and demented,
Forever intertwined
Like grapevines all tangled
in gossip
And people who want to rule
the world
And people who stray away
from the mold
And perish for it, like
wicked fools.
Tragic, wicked, fools.
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