In Our Society

How ridiculous is it

To try and sell a poem

What kind of idiot

Would pay money

For the thoughts that

Hurt me so badly

I had to carve them into stone

Just to get the

Vibrations out

How ridiculous is it

That we use each other’s pain

As a way to

Make the days go by

A little more gracefully

How ridiculous is it

That all the things I value

Are meaningless

In our society

All I’ve ever cared about

Is what I’ve been writing

So I suppose everything is

Worthless and petty


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