A bad one

We’ re living
To Milan Kundera

Doggies sometimes die in novels,
Or are born from pain, I guess,
The book’s shining, lines devour you,
Good to get drunk'f others’ distress.

You know, lovers can kiss and hug,
They feel making love would be good, God.
They can order champagne in the bath,
But they can’t get through, too deep’s the flood.

We read you, can’t get why they didn't teach us,
We could feel how easy everything is, just a word,
How boringly nice our everyday life is.

And in our moments there is or there isn't, the Lord.