A poem for today with a picture that isn't related at all

​Under bark before the wood
I stood
calmly
seeing sunsetting disclaimers,
false profanities uttered
in millennial discord
disguises,
like elves in factories
and forges
making rice and bean pots for
the richly tidy ones.
Hands clasping and
separating in attempts
to fit in with the gang.
Loneliness in a crowd,
bottle openers on the ground.