If Times Were Better

Maybe love wouldn’t have a price-tag
And be advertised like used cars
Maybe art wouldn’t require an invitation
Recorded on a V.I.P. guest list
Maybe dreams wouldn’t be sit-com plots
Conceived in a factory in Hollywood
Maybe a friend wouldn’t be a decoration
You could add to enhance your resume
Maybe beauty wouldn’t be a machine
That never complains or talks back
Maybe truth would be forever
And not just whatever’s in fashion
Maybe God wouldn’t be a drug
Some people use to kill the pain
Maybe this poem could change a world
For which poetry is the ravings of the mad

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online journals.

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