May We Love Each Other
When the moon arises, let our hearts, rise, too!
What good be your heart, if it has no warmth?
Just wooden and fully lying?
You’d crush your friend’s heart,
Popularity first??
What about that thing called caring?
How about genuine love?
Instead of canned laughter?
How about more of divine, you?
Than shallowness, that just burns.
Or mean comments or arrogance?
Those poets need their own ship.
The “SS No Credence!”
1/23/2022
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