As are some humans hooked on smack
They realize
Nothing else can make them happy
And think
That no matter how far
Their reach for happiness goes
It will never be far enough
And they might never come back
As well
GOD reminded me
Whether or not it’s my imagination
Illusion or delusion
Or whatever your political persuasion
That if I ever won an award
Or contest
Or received any modest recognition at all
In my lifetime
For the poetry I’ve written

I would become
Addicted to myself to such a degree
(Even more than I am now)
That it would be worse than fentanyl

But everything boils down
To GOD’s personal love –
627,592 times
More powerful than heroin…


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