Bitter Pill
A Poem
Some days I can’t decide who swallowed the bitter pill you or I
The inside of my mouth tastes fine to me but I can see by your face that you think differently and that I should be tasting the dusting of bitterness that has so overtaken me
But maybe it's your taste that is bitter, along with you, because you want everyone to taste the same taste you do and if they don’t, you get mad because you know you’ve spent all day, all year, all of your life with that bitter pill in your mouth
I’m not bitter and I want you to know that sometimes being sour about the state of the world or the hypocrisy of society is just the taste of realness that we all so desperately need instead of a hope-infused lollipop made from chemical ingredients designed to make us think that it tastes like hope, but will only leave us with the aftertaste of despair
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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