F*ck'em all!

F*ck'em all!

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder
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They want me to be something other than me

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They want me to believe the events, the polls, that the earth is shaped like a coin under a starry dome of bright burning balls;

They want me to love the orange coiffe, and swing a blue light saber or a red one. If I swing a green one, I am a rebel. I have to laugh!

All the while, we inhabit a Death Star and take our carriages at midnight, leaving our slipper behind for a stranger to call.

F**k'em all.

© 2017 Maxwell Ryder


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I'm trying to not listen to people when they try to convince you to be someone else. There's times that I followed their advice and regretted it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Maxwell Ryder

6 Years Ago

Absolutely. I hear you. I hate being corralled into teams. We were all born individuals and are uniq.. read more
Lost_Soul

6 Years Ago

You're welcome. I'm always willing to help people.

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