Changing CupsA Poem by MelissaAn 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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