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I'm in a chill mood

sitting with a spliff, in hand...

By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure MusePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I'm relaxing to the chill hop.

You can listen, if you want.

Just, press play, in the video, you see, there... at the top.

I'm sort of, taking all the up's, and down's, as mere luck. Because, to be honest, 2020, fucking sucks! We are all a panicky, populous of puppets, politically, policed, and manipulated, by media Muppet's.

And, occasionally, fleeced.

We are a philandering, lost, flock.

Monetarily, greased.

Often, displeased.

We are, just another, spoke, in the collateral slot...

Financed, by, human-capital, stock.

All working for, the big, cheese.

Rats, ratting on each other, dying, in wake, of this deadly disease.

All of them, running, through their nine-to-five, maze. Counting down the years, months, weeks, and then, days. Asking, God, for "more time", if not... "better days."

Treating each other, like replaceable, objects, in so many ways.

This, structured, society.

Built on the lies, that they, fed to me.

Often, questioning, "what is real?"

From, "what is fake?"

And, I am just here, wondering...

"What else is at stake?"

"How many more human sacrifices must we make?"

"How many more, lives, will this take?"

I sit here, with this pen, scribbling my emotions away. And then, I follow, the lines of the margin, while I use the other hand, to slowly, undo, my dress... while I think.

Got the zipper, stuck, on the lace of my panties.

So, i ribbed them, off, instead...

And put them, with my bra's, to wash, in the sink.

And, I just had a notion...

While, I'm rubbing cocoa butter, on my copper-colored, skin, I'm thinking, about the level of shit we're in, like..."what if they put this vaccine, in some magical potion. (Or other)?"

And distribute, this cure, forcibly, to every, single, sister, and brother...

"Is it still considered, a voluntary decision?"

And,"If you somehow, refuse, to be inoculated, would you be placed, in 'isolation'... Or prison?"

Next, they'll be putting this, shit, in a lotion.

Claiming that you, need to, wear it, like a mask.

And, do so, without question.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse

Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!

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