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False Treasures

I don't believe in you

Nothing personal, only policy

One developed a long time ago, and rooted deep

Like a **** started off small

Not watered daily

But instead fed by the constant scorching heat of doubt

The stray falls of skepticism from the clouds

And the scattered whispers from weeds among us

They come in large amounts

 

You hold a strong title

And have been called many names

None of which I think are worth a breath

So instead they share only one

God

Love

Family

Friends

Purpose

Optimism

Hope

They are all as redundantly ridiculous and deserving of ridicule

As the next

A clown car in which one silly, silly entertainer emerges after another

Each one's existence almost goofy enough

Worthy enough

To provoke a mixture

Of a scoff and a giggle

Almost

 

However, if someone were to be here, where I am now

See what I see

Know what I know

Feel what I feel

I could understand, ever so slightly

Why they might choose to believe

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Written by
jia_greens
23 / M / Denver
Published
Sep 9, 2020
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Notes

Ignorance is bliss, they say, yet they never say anything is wrong with bliss itself.

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