Bitter Newspapers

I used to think life weaved the parts
But it was a tale
We do all we can to make up the pieces
To get there on a whole wheel
That's where we stand
'Unhidden' or hidden
Scorn, measured,
'Unrestrictedly' speaking,
Against or favored
With indecent assaults
That's what it says, it says this to me
Voicelessly 'uncheerful',
Meandering sparingly
I listen to its guidance
What a punishment with bitter newspapers
In my memory
I hope the next is not a troubled journey
But I'll take the chances
The papers told me to.

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