One-Way Street

I always look both ways
on a one-way street
since I never can trust
any soul that I meet.
The more age I gain,
the more trust I lose,
to assholes who stab me
when they don’t like my views.

No brothers in arms
and no honor among thieves;
every man for himself
with tricks up his sleeves.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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