What do you do
when all you want
is for the ignorance
in the people you love
to be put to death
but that ignorance
is what makes the people you love
who they are
you continue to stall your car
in this rush hour traffic
grab your rosary on the dashboard
and repent
for you're no saint yourself
with all your nonsensical concepts
leave the knowledge to the adepts
and keep working for those paycheques
YOU ARE READING
13/33/1
PoetryA growing Poetry collection for those esoterically inclined. Mystical Poetry for the Erotic/Romantic Mind. *EROS* The Black Bukowski
