wing mirror
no longer
will the blocker
barge across the laden
to huff
deluded injured innocence
no longer will the natterers
natter at their meet
in the narrowest part
of the narrowest path
wits beyond them
i have walked the city roads
it’s now become necessity
to ensure that all
without the wit to see around
wear wing mirrors
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