Manners

Not everyone wants to partake

In the game of manners

Not all want to participate

In the game that matters

Manners to all don’t really matter

They dump it as a broken matter

As a splattered platter

Does it really matter?

The few that used, produced with a glow

They share it and flows as they go

Flourishes as flowers

On a desert scattered

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