EasterA Poem by JRWorld ain’t in the cross-making business world don’t manufacture no redemption or resurrection because world don’t care about your beefsteaks or your long-legged women thin-hipped, tight-lipped world don’t care you can’t kiss no hundred dollar w***e; World don’t care about your grain, your load, where the deer sleep because the world isn’t the one who’s worried about how to eat, this world will never, ever weep; World don’t care, world’s just cold machinery that churn and turns cyclical in its rebirth while the sky wheels impassively overhead world don’t drink no whiskey or wine, world ain’t about to get high; World don’t get into the resurrection business world don’t care about redemption or health world don’t make you no crucifix so the one you got slung half across your shoulder, boy, weight on your back that crosshatch of lumber you manufactured that s**t for yourself. © 2020 JR |
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Added on April 11, 2020 Last Updated on April 11, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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