End-Ever?

End-Ever?

(Endeavour)

Is it a male thing?

YES…. it’s a point-less ring.

Anti-being

I am always misandrous,

But give it a rest. Re-setters fest!!

Making things. At exponentially,

Increasing - Light sped, sledge.

It bores me. “Enough” said.

Isn’t endeavour,

‘The’ altogether issue?

The necessity to do something external.

We’re doing, by being.

Im not suggesting, the pursuit,

Of simple nothing. Yet.

A bathe in the ocean,

is at mothers,

Gifting,

But, it’s not end-ever to build,

One billion and one things.

It’s be-I.N.G.

Expansion in industries,

It’s ‘Big corporations’,

just - if-I-cation. A citation.

Revenue rolling in revelations. Greedily.

Guzzling us in,

That stream,

Of big data.

The O.C.E.A.N it isn’t.

A database miner it is.

An a-gender-(Ed) endeavour,

Encourager - HIM.

It’s code name is natural,

Yet steering it is.

It’s dev. For a reason,

It becomes motivation for fees.

Malfeasances grievances.

Directing endeavour,

The (s)pace race, please….

Outdone by several competitors.

“Better yours than mine,”

Bull shit! - ‘Flippantly’ forgot.

There is no Time! It’s present.

Cooperative thinking?

Perhaps en-riches us?

Stop the Boa-con-Striction

No, to making 100 versions,

Of the same fwcking thing.

It’s purposefulness,

In BLUE tablets ‘let’s do things’

More fwcking things.

We don’t need more stuff.

Blah,blah,blah-bluffing.

To the gusts of blustering.

Must?

Make products,

To covet, for lifetimes,

Together develop.

The smart ideology,

That clever moves forward.

But intelligence builds farther.

I’m screaming, whilst,

Bitch faced.

Stop the cunting

Endeavour.

STOP THE CUNTING

ENDEAVOUR!

Let’s pause, for a second.

It’s all our decision.

Cease doing anything.

Think, be.

Relinquish it.

It’s been a pleasure.

Yet has been no

End-ever.