"Funeral Services for the Death of the Genuine Good"

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

Violations of adoration.
Desperation due to admiration.
No invitations to the celebrations.
Just another imitation.
Non Important.
Stagnant Fragments.
Lines distorted.
Arts imported.
Money is the only passage.
Pay the right price for the key.
Talent dances with dollar signs.
Skinny grants instant beauty.
No glamour for the average,
That’s not what we’re here to see.
Funnier jokes, bigger lips, smaller waists, buffer bods, hand stands, and dancing monkeys.
Let’s watch the show.
Violent outbursts for the first row.
Blow…
All of your hard earned savings, your rent, your child obligations, your grocery support.
Blow…
For the dollar bills to spend on the show.
Blow…
The others away with your tricks, and your tits, and your tats.
Blow…
With the wind, like the leaves off of the money tree.
Glow…
With envy.
Glow…
With greed.
Glow…
With the attention that we all so desperately need.
Glow…
With the heart you pretend to have.
Know…
Nothing of human emotion.
Know…
All about your competition.
No…
One cares about the good recognition.
The good only matter in death.
Heaven grants unseen justice only at the end of breath.
Karma is timeless.
Human life is short.
We wish we could watch the bad things happen,
With faith in life support.
We’ve distorted the genuine,
And defeated the chivalrous.
We make the pretty monkeys rich,
And ignore heaven.
Repenting is for the old and dying,
Religion is for the fake and lying.
The love has been dislocated.
Has anybody seen the love lately?
There’s not time for looking. Let’s go watch the show.