my addiction is a man created sedition.
it adds bad complexion.
to a harmonious inflection
it is joy to a,weary way to laugh in a bath.
I am not human trash but like cash from a better stash.
butter toffe, coffee, bitter herbs of pain and sweetened cream.
I stopped the dream for a golden steam.
still like psalms 14.
covered by Christ to better suffice .
brother where art thou, we are like of mice and men.
stick to the real to feel.
I am not a fake friend but a family end.
three angles we be.
for the sake of the kingdom.
let me not be forsaken.
©Pat Connor
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