That Green Grass (10/01/2018)

It’s said the grass is greener
On the other side 
But one who is a gleaner
Can see that speaker lied 

So apt we are to see, 
The luxuries of others,
And so apt we are to see,
That which makes us suffer 

But we only show our best, 
Careful to hide the rest, 
And through this reinforce, 
This greener grass discourse 

And so take heed, remember, 
You always know your worst,
And all of other’s splendor,

May simply be rehearsed

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