Poetry

[Kev]

“Solace for Sale” — by KWayne

Tangled vines and tendrils grab, like

Convoluted rules and procedures so mad

Polite are a few, yet

Pugnacious are many

Human capital drawn thin,

Rough-housing for pennies.

Get on-board, so you can die, as

Cancer grows, into the mind,

Like a malignant mass, that you can buy.

Sickness so common

Contagions pass, hand-to-hand

All the profit so profane,

Under a spell of the powers’ reprimand

Lasers cut and subdue,

For massive stock value gains

Righteous motivation not known, so

How does a daisy thrive?

How are the flowers grown?

Tough times for the honeybee, and

Holly draws a drop of blood

McDonald’s is not digestible, while

Society crumbles into rust

Angels try, as they do…

Examples of those so kind

Angels guide, as they do… but

Solace — so hard to find…

In this world, solace could be yours for the low, low price of $29.99

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