Oh god, so tired, so full of seeping, wounded, weariness, I stay up though, seizing the night sitting slumped and inert. TV has flickered its captured ghosts for the last five hours, Life problems solved, with time for commercials and credits as well, Waving the popular flags, what matters is on the inside, Family is important. Everything will be all right. Pat sayings of sycophants feeding the opiate masses. How dare they ? How dare they ? Smiling from $50,000 dollar teeth, Studied cool, obscenely priced outfits, money I only know of in rumour, They are going to talk to me about reality ? I grin, it feels a little insane, stretches my skin graveyard thin, But ........still - there is something, something that I can't quite catch, Hope maybe ? promise, perhaps ? Whispers from a better morrow ? ..........Shit, who am I kidding ? I WANT to be one of them, Anyone it doesn't matter. I. Just. Want. - That's it, that's all. And then I frown and turn off the TV.Birth sign: Virgo
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