Bad Things Good People
You don’t like love.
You love it,
Don’t you?
Always have,
Always will.
Necessity is the mother of all creation.
But what about the Father?
In due time you will see,
You will all see.
Father, Mother.
Sister, Brother.
We are all adopted.
One another.
Even though your tears are real,
You know what is owed.
You know the deal
Multiply.
You don’t like love.
You love it
Copyright © Michael Huch | Year Posted 2023
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