F17 - Gratitude (1)
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“Gratitude’s
A platitude!”
That is true..
And.. it’s true:
Gratitude
That is, true
Gratitude
As your view..
Platitudes
Are plastic food
As a ruse
To scam and dupe
Addicts to
Their plastic spoons:
Gratitude’s
A magic brew..
Believe him, or not tho
Jesus was thoughtful:
“The Secret” of gospel
Achievement was not so..
Plain, when you listen
And pain when you script it:
“Vain repetition
Is fake benedictions..”
Gratitude’s no spell cast
As if God’s
A magic wand
That is used with felt hats
And refused if felt bad:
“AND THIS TOO, IT SHALL PASS!”
Platitudes are self “hacks”
And reused like gel packs
That abuse what’s held back..
“Affirmation”
Masturbation
Desperate for a climax:
That is faith if
At the bank, and
Then you score a die pack..
Really, the reversal
Silly to rehearse tho:
If the bank comes to you
Is what’s paid what is due?
If you thank? What a fool
If to thank’s what is due:
Merely being
Here and breathing:
Is to thank just a rule?
Endlessly repeated
Desperately conceited?
As if thru
Gratitude
Heaven’s thieves can cheat it?
Gratitude is weaponized
As a tool to wrench the sky
Open
In the hope it
Has to do whatever I
Keep repeating, mindless..
Peacefully as tyrant’s
Freedom seized in pirate’s
Sea, belief as violence..
Seek relief in silence:
Jesus needs a siren?
“Take no thought..” :
Faith is balls:
Feel beneath attire..
Steel beneath the irony..
Feel the heat conspiring:
Furnishing
A furnace seems
Pilloried to primacy..
Then a sword emerges
With the flaws subtracted..
Devil lords are murdered
Since a law attracts em..
God is not a formula
Added to the math of self
Robbin God, ignorin love
Cast from you with magic spells
At the moon
And a ghoul’s
Fractious mule
If gratitude’s
A cantrip used
After runes
And a new
Chant you do..
It can’t be true:
Incant the truth?
Gratitude’s
An aptitude
For letting go..
Then it flows..
When you know
It’s happy to..
Gratitude is “favor”
You can’t improve with labor
Thru platitude paraders..
Who has to do.. a favor?