SWITCH
This is your net,
It's not mine!
Get it the fuck away from me.
Jesus I'm cold.
Why the fuck did you take my blanket!?
Mee kan bee gooder sumdae.
Feed me that fishing line
And I'll gorge myself
On those bottle caps too.
When I've had my fill of the poison,
And my body returns to soil,
All that will remain is that heaping pile
Of shit
Consumed in vain.
Proof of how powerful
A parent's ignorance can be.
No epitaph or headstone in place
Only proof of the blind slave
Wandering into darker worlds
In search of a new switch.
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I really have to be careful about what I internalize; I have a nasty habit of listening too carefully and then basing my life around illegitimate thoughts from people I can't even remember. Hey now. I never said I was smart....... only that I was smarter than the people that said that shit about me. (Actually I am smart.... you a-holes.) All joking aside I believe that most of us are our own worst enemies lavishing ourselves with new ways to poke holes through our hopes and dreams. Even the most stable characters doubt themselves sometimes. The poem above was inspired by a photograph of a dead albatross chick. Cheers!
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