Different Opiates for Different People

You're using methods a little child would use
To ease the pain that fills your life. You go
To church to seek the help of your invisible
Giant hero, peering at you from up in the sky,
Because nobody here has the power to fight off
The bosses and thieves, and thugs and bigots,
The privileged, the police, the ways of the world.
Good people die or they're thrown into prison,
And things never change, but maybe your hero
Can come down, fists flashing, to improve your
Life. If he can't, when you die, he will bring you
To heaven, the dreamland of fountains
And strawberry pie, and your soul will sit out
The remainder of time in such comfort as your
Battered body can't know. Such silly fantasies,
But I won't scoff. Our lives are all ugliness.
This we both see. If you cope by believing
In heroes and heavens, you can't be worse off
Than a skeptic, like me, who relies on his
Drugs to get by.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-03 at 01:18

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