THE ROTTING OF EXISTENCE
Q. how often do we sit, rotting the days away?
where is the screen projecting these experiments? who am i? what have i become ?
america, have we ever had a free market? were are grandmothers not seamstresses ? cant they sew us togethER? where is our constitution? does it exist or perhaps just a myth ? & if it does, how much longer will it?
was it all a social construct?
((cue the smile, a pose so statuary -
i'm nodding into my existence. . .))
i am not yr cherry dew to pick and choose when to do
i am not yr sweet heart soul eye am no seamstress to mend the bends
there is noone to talk to at these kind of hours & i am not quite sure how to handle the darkness i am about to embrace
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