“excused”

Poem for April 13, 2017

Even on Easter Sunday
you insist on your mess,
your “forward-thinking”
hypocritical life,
your comfort is more meaningful
than everything morality
hinges upon, and
you claim that
there’s an edge to your
madness, but today
it just sounds like excuses
I once tried to believe.

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