You keep kissing me in front of all these people
Expecting me to fall in love with you.
We seem to meet before the party, then it’s hard to get in touch with you.
I died for more than double you.
Hold this L
If it’s not too much trouble how about a… hello?
Public displays of affection, rarely a conversation.
You pull up a pew and rearrange the table.
Snack with me and regurgitate it.
Why? Why take the plate if you’re not hungry?
Why tell me you love me in public?
You barely shake my hand or hug me.
You immerse in my water and refuse to plug me.
If our lips must combine like oxygen and hydrogen, why aren’t we more than friends?
Am I the luxury meat at your barbecue?
The pumice stone to your ego?
If I’m the cross road you take in a blue moon in spite of your better route
If to yourself you’re being true, this arrangement is shaky.
Sometimes I hate it.
Our snap chat, I’ll take it over an Amen on Facebook.
I might be on your speed dial for the sake of it,
It is your heart I’m truly taken with.
You are worth the chase and…although you say….
I do… without the declaration.
Some folk forsake marriage for a lifetime of dating.
The choice is yours, is this a love worth embracing?
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It seems blues brothers love to give the youth a shot
Star bucks and donuts will get them back on the clock
Hard hearts too cold to let the jailhouse rock
With so many stories landing I’m losing the plot
Are the killings indiscriminate?
Are we born Criminals?
Are they shopping with body bags?
Are we looking for excuses?
It seems order pickers are easily recruited
I guess bullets are quicker than nooses
With the mixed fruits this con fuses
I guess bullets are best for a nuisance
Are facts always what truth is?
Some we live and let die while others say prove it
Were Eric Garner and Mike Brown, rotten fruit picked?
Like tunnel vision to a Cyclops, what WE feel is lucid
Then again….who’s WE?
Justice or Retribution?
If the news is the Bible and every tweet or status revelations
Should we consider what makes us demons or angels?
If you were the shooter, the thief or the rapist, have you got a right to rehabilitation?
Is justice what we live for or is retribution too fascinating?
If you were the shooter, thief or rapist,
Does a served conviction demand social castration?
Who should decide where you will pose danger?
Will your past be the past or an indelible stain?
Can you ever prove you’ve changed?
If forgiveness is a choice and nobody is perfect, how do we decide those that are worth it?
If the public eye is the product our passion or profession has gained in earnest
Are we now God’s among men?
Is raising the nation now our reasonable service?
Is the freedom to fall, freedom to make abominable life choices not human?
Since we’re all executioners before we’re the judge and the jury, what is the solution?
Justice or retribution?