poetry

Comfort

It’s funny;

You can kneel before gods

But feel more comfort in the dirt

Beneath your knees,

Than from the things they offer.

 

The grass might look greener,

But they sold you those eyes

And looks can be deceiving;

 

You might think you need them,

But they injected those chemicals.

And, these days,

Love is easy to buy.

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