Real life
Don’t speak to me of evil things
You cannot know the pain it brings
To hear of others’ sufferings
Of cruelty to underlings
But speak to me of happy times
Of laughter, hope and sunny climes
Where trees are laden down with limes
Of places where there are no crimes
Don’t tell me how life really is
How life can be one big abyss
I know it’s the antithesis
Pretence is how I handle this
by S Fielding
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