Heaven on a Magazine Rack

It pains me that you bought that lie.
The magazines that preach a Modern-Gospel
cost you more than your wallet should be willing to sacrifice.
Five point sermons full of self-improvement commandments
grace the covers and find their way between advertisements.
Did you realize that each time you touch the glossy finish
of the pages, you leave a little of your self behind?
You come off with each page you turn,
but I assume the glossy finish that remains on your fingers
is what gives you your shine these days.
That, my friend, is a bona fide tragedy.