They sell us hope in paper cups.
We buy it, tip the priest in the apron.
A man curses at a parking meter.
Another shoots drywall into his veins.
The rats read stock tickers.
They know more than the professors.
God skipped town.
Left his Bible in the Motel trash.
Politicians grin with teeth like knives.
We clap while they steal our shoes.
The absurd thing is—
we nod.
Every damn time.
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