You refuse to say
or read or listen to
anything negative,
only speak of God’s love
and the sun, place flowers
in all the corners of your house.
Lemme tell you something:
the cockroaches
say much the same
of the night, the filth,
and the stink,
and those flowers begin dying
from the moment you bend
to cut them loose
from the mulch they need
to live.
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Dark Matter 
April 14th, 2010 at 9:06 pm
Nicely done.
April 14th, 2010 at 11:49 pm
I have my moments.