I thought of you
first
before I got lost, mad, went essentially crazy
chose to get stuck. because, I had kicked that tire, and it felt good
why is your empire so beautiful?
no standards for getting in, even my green elevated longing, and my illuminated luggage
they all get through
don't you want to make it harder?
a test of strength, wit, glory?
don't you think, "Hey! I could charge money, for all of this?!"
Why does the good guy wear white?
and Why does the "bad" guy always have cooler clothes, weapons, hideouts?
Are you just laughing
or
is it really
as simple
as
"open sesame"?
I have all of your books
T-shirts
concert tickets
but
I have yet
to be back stage
even with this VIP pass
I am just an amateur
in a very Holy Club
and yet
you let us all in
as if
we
were miracles
Now that's Tough Love
Your Beloved
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