Poles

The blue pill

Or the green

Did nothing.
The poles struck,
The tears rolled,
The wrists slit.
Broken smiles
Plasticised on face
Chugging wine
From an endless barrel.
What is this need?
What is this madness?
Hither and thither,
The ferris wheel turns. 

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