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The Moon at the Bottom
Drinking coffee,
Head tilted skywards
In supplication for caffeine
From my cup’s bottom arises a dirty, brown stained moon
Brown-bottom Styrofoam
Unwasted colored remains
A reminder of what I do
How I function
In the craters of a recyclable moon
My awakened caffeinated desires reflected
Into pretty trash, a mundane consideration
I toss the cup away
Task fulfilled
Coffee consumed
Goodbye moon
IF
If God didn’t care, would you still be here?
If God didn’t watch, why is life full of drama?
If God was dead, then why dream of nirvana?
If religion is bondage, I’m a slave eternal.
If religion is cancer, my case is terminal.
If religion is a crutch, I’d claim infirmity.
If loving you was folly, I’ll be the biggest fool.
If commitment was stupid, I’d forget about IQ.
If time had a price, I’d spend millions on you.
If love was a drug, I’d be an addict for you.
If we ever came apart, I’d use super glue.
And If love be a liar, then burn me at the witch’s pyre.
If kindness was idiotic, I’d gladly be the dunce.
If chubby is deadly, I’ll live on the edge.
If chastity was suicide, I’ll stand on the ledge.
If people aren’t equal then the factors are wrong.
If modesty is old fashioned, then I’m a classic song.
And If the good die young, I’ll accept martyrdom.
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