Every Human Itch

Every Human Itch

A Poem by butterfly

What if I am not qualified to do anything
What will happen?
How will the money be coming
I dont know
I apply
i work hard with brain, flesh and bone
There is no heart
I feel like a robot
A zombie
I wonder what kind of earth did we make
everyone has to work so hard that all we get is heartache
Are you happy?
Everyone has to protect their business
Who is to blame for all the mistakes
Why do some excel
when others feel like they are stuck in hell
fires come from all kinds of spell
it can be Santa Ana winds
It can be that the dress didn't fit
I own my mistake
I will stand and shake off all the s**t
I tried my best
I dont need a house
I dont need to eat
Up above someone else will shelter us now
Where true love is found
and it wont be sold by the pound
Sometimes we have to unplug to be saved now
I will keep my faith
even in this depression
I wont break
Even Jesus was nailed to a cross
so many others suffer loss
only to find success
if you tried your best
thats all you can do
even if they drop you
God will catch your fall
even in a momentary glitch
He understands every human itch
Oh Lord when is it my turn to win
Oh Lord please send your miracle within
we are all in need
from the fire victims in LA
to the women across the sea being controlled every day
made to cover their face
the wives who are beaten black and blue
the fiancees who go to Japan with their man
only to find they cant be the true Hello Kitty fan
they feel no one will understand
i see you across the table
i feel like though you are ready to be married
there could be a coming fable
what can we say
we can only wish you the best
i gave my all and even though you say you want me
i m not the number one girl in your eyes
but no matter how dark the skies
i will be walking under star light
and in the morning on sunshine
on angel island
thats where we go to recharge
I was made for another mission
its always hard to understand
even in a momentary glitch
He understands every human itch

© 2025 butterfly


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To help myself I smoke weed and read random passages from the Gita while I poop. It helps mitigate the internal pain of reality for just enough time...

Posted 2 Months Ago


Wow, you so clearly state the human condition, and yet your faith shines through and your message us clear

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

butterfly

2 Months Ago

Thanks for the review!

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