Love is the limit
a song
my parents eat in silence
without ideals or violence
they say 'I love you',
but are static like ice like fire
they stuff their faces
with food of no flavor
the wine flows freely
but without laughs or tears
cattle for the slaughter
like they are ingesting
to work just to get by
and sleep is never rest--
I weep for them
and worry I'm no better
a self-aware hypocrite
without excuse of dogma.
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