Utility And Futility

a man in need somewhere
in poverty
can always sell his body &
even his soul if necessary
only to live
down to the basics
of having to eat
a square meal

a lonely lady in opulence
in the middle of his turbulence
makes a sigh

of which the man in dire need
hears and so he comes to her

with both needing each other
for complimentary reasons
they sleep together

inside a room
there they keep on saying that
they love each other

that is love in utility
life in futility

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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