On the subject of love and creativity…

by cuntycouture

It was a week of charitable events

In no particular order and unknown to all recipients

These were acts of goodwill

Unmistakable because they were born from the most needing of charity

And they were forced

Like an invisible ante

To the Gods of Karmic Fortune

The bearer of which

Pretends it is not in their nature

But in fact can not help 

Themselves to being the better person

That they pretend not to be

Even worse

The debtor 

Against all logic

Against all remaining proof

Still holds that small candle of hope

And again is left with empty pockets

Because she, I mean they,

Holds in their heart

Purely selfish intentions