Sweet Nectar
One man attends the funeral
for a slain police officer,
murdered while simply doing his job,
a routine traffic stop, for Christ sake!
The other man attends a glitzy
star-studded fundraiser filled with wealthy elite,
whose gold-plated plans
are kept secret behind the scenes,
hidden from lesser folk,
who can't know and would not understand,
it tastes good when shoved down the throat;
becoming a sweet nectar--life will be easier
when fools own nothing and are happy.
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