![]() Changing CupsA Poem by Melissa![]() An observation of futility and the way we tend to stay in the same broken, harmful cycles.![]()
It's one cup for another,
be it absinthe or hemlock. What's the difference? It's one hand drawing the other right over the top of me. A fountain spews out water collecting in the basin just to spew it back out again. A dog returns to i's own vomit, pigs wallow in filth, and we sit in tubs stewing in our own dead skin cells. Some stupid lion sings circle of life- but seriously can I get off this carousel?
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Added on March 18, 2014Last Updated on March 18, 2014 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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