A Poem for National Poetry Day

When I’m tired and feeling like sleeping
my dreams are unappealing
so I turn on Netflix.

I browse through titles forever
and then finally put on the news
The worlds woes make me feel okay*.

What’s new today? Bullets in pews.
Guns in a church,
lots of people hurt.

I look up to the sky**
and thank God
that I don’t believe in him.

*Is that messed up?
** ceiling, really.

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