Edible Aftermath

I thought I saw the face of God,
that unmerciful sod,
the one we pray to,
Asking for help,
When life backs us against the wall,
And we yelp,
Writhing in agony

Only to realize I ate an edible,
Digesting my fill of THC,
That relief one yearns for,
When you’re ready to hit the floor,
When the ravages of living in this experiment called New York,
Is taking its toll on your soul

© Gregory J. Broderick 2017

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