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MADE

Red roses were made

for love,
White roses,
for trust.
Green grasses were
made for summer,
the perfect spot to
sip in some sunlight.
Brown dried-up leaves were made
for the wind
to blow them away,
as they desired.
Candies were made
to keep the children
from throwing tantrums
and causing a bad headache.
Cinemas were made
for high school sweethearts
to celebrate an innocent love, just found.
White dresses were made
for ladies,
the kind with noses held up high
and artificial naiveté.
Red dresses were made
for exceptionally beautiful ones,
so they strike
with their love charm.
Puppies were made
for orphans,
to keep them warm at night
and listen to them
think about a regular family.
Kisses were made
for happiness,
the kind you feel when
you look in the other's eyes.
Prisons were made
for every man,
to keep him from
discovery.
Sunshine was made
to be bathed in,
without caring about stretchmarks,
or acne, or both.
Night time was made
to look in the sky,
at the stars
and dream without
waking up too soon;
possibly not by four a.m,
when the alarm goes off.
Music was made
to be felt,
as two tears drench your heart.
Cellphones were made
to distract from
loneliness and fright.
Money was made
to be buried,
where maggots would eat them.
What needs should we have?
Time was made
to be spent with
every ticking tok,
the one you think you love.
Teachers were made
to be taught on
how to teach.
Students were made
to realise the colony
is never to be trusted.
Government was made
to cause chaos
And fix them.
Nightmares were made
to sting
and toughened you a bit.
Children were made
to run around
and cause some screaming at.
School was made,
to trap a man
and subdue his abilities.
Poems were made,
to be scientific equations,
to solve various problems.
Women were made,
to be carefree in
motherhood and weak and strong.
Men were made,
to make their wives happy
and make sure they were carefree
And weak and strong.
You..,
You were made
to misunderstand yourself
and follow a plan.
And I?
I was made
to understand you
and follow the plan.
g.o.
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