privileged and ignorant yet
would you ever believe me on account
of that one?
is gratitude just another fad, too?
i wouldn’t know, since i don’t vote
and as we all know
people that don’t vote
aren’t allowed to talk.
i don’t feel too
allowed to vocalize pain.
i just don’t have anything better
to do than philosophizing over
careless use of words like ‘JUST’.
in the meantime, i’m flipping
shits when not indulg
ing in handbags and filling petty
voids like that. left and right
i hear things like
‘geez, it’s not a big deal’
i throw a bone to pick,
it’s about how culture taught
me duality is supposedly the shit (well
at least i’m observant). hidden
lesson in all this: opinionatedness has
nothing to do with censorsh
ip- just a display of pride. LIKE
there you go,
in your slaughterhouse,
for duality is the shit.
there’s something skeevy about it.
i really can’t stand it.
but what would i know?
us spoiled cracker bitches
shouldn’t be proud and
we most certainly should not
have these ‘merits’ people
speak of like they’re realistic
or some shit
we should feel guilty for crying
and carry on with our tea parties,
the show must go on.
just to let you know, world,
i have exhausted my lucidity, i’ve
compared it to global crises
endlessly. i seem to be brakeless.
should i feel a re-directed
cognition to scream over this
you know me, so pretentious with my
i must excuse myself to the lavatory.
i have it so much better
for i too sometimes feel
way paralyzed, signin’
my no-harm contracts,
knowing i am ashamed of what an
objectivist might define as
‘the stupidest shit’.
yes like way! this personality
is restless, turning to the
runaway fantasy, just snapping any
relations with the self,
for i am so fucking frustrated.
oh where is
the church not saving me?
sucking at conforming,
has left me, too, feeling way bullied,
since elementary school,
not just by other kids, but the
big bad adults too.
should my seat of wisdom be smacked
with a bindi,
a candy earring,
and we’ll just call it all ‘even’?
should i ramble on about all the
lawsuits i should be shoving down
no. i like change too much.
i’d like to be as free as a bird. solving
things like problems,
because of the word ‘direction’
just has ‘stalemate’ written all over it.
their specialties, just like
the sideshow acts
petrified by what they could do to them-
wear their hearts
so stupidly on their sleeves
no matter how they present themselves.
to counteract their hypocrisy,
they ought to bundle in sweaters.
it is true, after all, that we all do
belong to synthesis
belonging only to love, so
unborrowed, so unblue; it does not tilt
its head at the bigots.
it needs to remind me,
all the time.
i try not to disagree.
sometimes, i just shy away
because i get tired.
self proclaimed radicals,
always pulling back your punches
right after you projectile vomitted
on everyone elses sunshine.
how dare you, you don’t even know
what the hell you’re doing?
do you know about melatonin?
do you know about facial recognition?
i feel perhaps you’re like totally
overheated, when handling
machinery as if it is you or me.
plenty of fish in the big blue sea,
aren’t we all so deep underneath
what we wear, stupid armor
at the end of the day