Goodness

Why such entitlement to goodness
To pleasure
To not pain
And love
I was not supposed
A tiresome entitlement
Every day expecting the lotto649
To stake in my favour.
I was not supposed
Perhaps it was better when we
Lived all out and died before forty.
When it hardly matters if we hurt.
We let go of feels good.
I was not meant to be so buggered.

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