Autobiography Bargain BinA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyNot a droplet of dream or ambition once bitten, a rendevous is due with intimate suspicion offset by a faucet of sleep-dust running off yet, even with a mind to wander and a heart to spill over introspection; that moistens my lips, but no cascades of schemes or missions or even desire, not even a wish seen as empty for I do not have a goal I don't want anything greater for myself a walking, unburied plot, an inconvenient hole bereft of a career, love, possession, or wealth and all the more fulfilled for the time I keep the dirt does not care who steps on it, it settles where it falls and there it is earth all the same, and the earth does sleep. The unburdened become pressured to feel the weight of direction that one is not free to flow as they please, without navigation unfetter me, untether me, you have no future to sell me all these promises of luxury and tier-locked sensations destroy balance, perception and health falsifying the demand in a supplied narrative mass-producing the genocide of individuality from artists raised in poverty to success stories searing on college degrees the appeal of "drive" is one to virility that only holds a digit on the hand of the economy.
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Added on February 8, 2021 Last Updated on February 8, 2021 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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