Stay Stiff
'A real boy?'
he muttered behind slim glasses
'he wants to be
a real boy?'
Had he known how
the devil triumphed
In votes cast,
In voices muffled
Or the trials, misfortune:
the way life bent you backwards.
No boyish joy
No smiling toys
Would he still want to become
true flesh and blood?
or remain stiff and wooden
Gilded in ignorant bliss.
To my sweet boy:
stay stiff.
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