Junky Dream

True love has become your home
Built for the shelter less man
The peacefulness floats you by
It has come to a real junky dream
With this peace and love on earth
In the trashed car of evangelism
The doors locked and kept closed
Where you can do what you want
With the world out looking for a fix
This world on its way to rehab
Stuck, cold, useless, broken and old
Track marks, and listless little hopes
For the hope that justice is born
Out of the bible belt of pornography

Poem by JoshtheGiant1

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