THE MOON COMPLAINS

THE MOON COMPLAINS

The moon doesn’t want to come out tonight.
She doesn’t want to shine either,
Or put her best foot forward.
Really, she couldn’t care less.

After all, what did they do
When she was shining?

Blow things up, make tremendous fires.
Send people into hiding.

What was the point,
What?
Of being a moon in June,
A friendly moon of kindly light and roses,

If this was how she was going to be treated.

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