Journal, Poetry

Grain Fed


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There’s a disconnect with our minds.
You still live for the thrill.
And me? Well,
I’ve redefined what sends me chills.
For someone so intelligent,
your intellect lacked depth.
Was it intentional? Probably so.
Intended results? Not so much.
If you thought of the results,
would you alter the planted crops?
Maybe.
Only selfishness or selflessness can tell.
Truth is, as my emotions sway me left to right;
You were no good for me.
And with that, I would never be good for you.
While you continue to be corn-fed,

I changed my diet.

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