She was in a bad way
When she said that hope is the poison of the romantics . . .
But,
Hey,
Who doesn’t love a little poison every now-and-then?
A little booze
Some nicotine
40-100 grams of Sugar
Kinky sex
A hit or four of weed
Sprinkle on some mushroom dust
And add reality tv
And shitty cop/hospital/lawyer shows
We all sip on some poison
Don’t we?
. . . Don’t we?
We cheat
We lie
We lust
We are never satisfied
We chase rabbits around tracks as the rich place their bets on us
We fight
We hate
We divide
We break bones
And destroy thrones
Just to create new ones
We build towers
Just to watch them crumble some day
Ain’t it all poison?
So what if the romantic microdoses on hope?
There are worse poisons.
The only thing the romantic has to do is
Never lose hope.
Because without it
The withdraws are
. . . Lethal.
But, personally,
I think it’s the best poison of them all.
CH 2/15/25
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