Love Seat

She sits there all alone

All alone on a loveseat

Her mind isn't made known

A psychosis impossible to treat

I say what can YOU say

That hasn't been said?

"Why don't we pray?"
But can prayer help a mind that is already dead?

What is a loveseat without love?

What is a seat without someone to sit in it?

What we do is lie low and hide from humanity's shove

While those around you babble without any wit.

You sit there so smug

With your sweet little smile

A sugary little mug

Full of your deceitful wiles

Why try helping the poor

When you turn a blind eye to those around you

Thinking it will fill you up more

But that is nothing new.

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but i love dumplings more