Mass Reduction

By Morgan   

Money gone.
Mass reduction.
Super sized
in pleasing functions.
Oh, don't
get me started!
Breathing hard.
And broken heart-ed.
Repeating spoken words right to me.
Revealing pain,
as if you knew me.
Damn, what did I say again?
Got to find truth I defend.
Look at you through a lens
I produce from my head.

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This is a poem about finding truth through loss.