so this isn't one of my favorite pieces at the moment. but i love the tone and believe it has potential and will most likely edit it into a personal masterpiece eventually.
buddha:
i once gave you a buddha statue.
it fit in the palm of my hand
and was smooth and glimmered copper.
i never quite understood
why you cared so much for a religion
that was nothing of yourself.
but, i loved you and any irony
that fell from your lips.
i can never rub a belly
and get all the wishes i need,
you call it only child syndrome.
i call you a hypocrite.
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