Amelia Earhart meets Laika.
by ThedominiqueofregressioN
to make another poem
about love
is no different from
making another
song about California,
people don’t buy it anymore.
they’ve seen enough already,
knows it like the
back of their hands.
still,
there are
souls out there
that have gone mad
and lost,
doomed for all
eternity
and so they
say. . ,
the only justice
that could ever be done
to them
is no other than just another
lame-ass sap
poetry about love
that never fails to deceive
whoever knows who.