goes on, far far away
from here,
you lose
interest.
the thrill is gone.
you have things to do.
wash the car,
mow the lawn.
throw something on
the grill
for dinner.
you stop thinking
about bombs
and bullets.
death and destruction.
who's winning?
you make a drink,
crack some
ice, slice a lime,
then pour
out a shot
of gin.
maybe later
you'll catch up
and watch a little of
the news.
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