Also Mutants

Cope Aesthetic

6-8-17

Comfort seems to be defined as
"someone must win,
someone must lose,
and know the loser has it worse than you".
All the promise held
may not be enough grace
to stave off split-second
group violence therapy.
One day you're cheering in the crowd,
and the next you're on the card.
We feel at home watching war,
more at peace because it isn't us
than actually giving a damn.
Learned immunity. That's all it is.
As long as it's happening over there,
I'm free to forget to remember
why this isn't supposed to be funny to me.