Live for Likes

She never has enough, the other has nothing at all

Her face is pretty, his face is marred with pain

Throwing peace signs everywhere, but no peace anywhere

One rejoices, another mourns

He’s an attention-getter, she’s a silent stalker

She has a thousand “friends”, the others can’t break a hundred

One reads tabloids, the other devours memes

One guy lives under the bridge waiting to stomp, others pass by hoping never to talk face to face

One hopes to make millions, the other just wants to make a friend

She slings mud, the other has a stronger arm

Holidays are painful, but eating is enjoyable

The church building is a mission field, and heaven is home

Memories stored up, but life lived through a window

Grace is there, but never available

Everyone knows everything but nobody knows anything

One cries outside the window, while others laughed inside

He is well educated, while the other well versed

One has a dusty Bible, the other weeps over theirs

Some longed for heaven, while the others longed to be rich and famous

Jesus holds her heart, the devil holds his hand

One delivered from the vortex, while the other remained, suspended, out of sorts, confused, shallow, untouchable, unreal, imprisoned and made into a court jester even if he was crying on the inside.

Even if she had two left feet, she would smile now and cry later. They would put on the face masks and perform like hell.

They would make their money, make their friends, and sacrifice their children on the altars of the Gods while their children stared into a pale dead face.

All was lost because they lived for likes.