Ineffectual lunatics scramble to stock-pile
ink-printed paper and a bevy of collections by
flinging false accusations: Heresy, infidelity, blasphemy, and so on!
Deracinated, I exhale. All radiance drains
Perpetual purgatory persists
Now left behind, the ignorant, verminous connoisseurs wince
as the garrulous garbage wagging from their tounges is
replaced with grim smiles when they view what’s revealed:
The only wealth was LOVE.
Lunatics lack remorse and clamber to gather more.
Used like a recycled piece of trash on repeat
I’d prefer to be disposable
Finally, I flail, then expire.
Now commotion, crumbling, splitting, cracking…
Money Photo by Gabriel Meinert on Unsplash
Earthquake Photo by Colin Lloyd on Unsplash
Love Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
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