
I opened a virtual office
complaints and undue payments flow through it
like blood from cut veins
“I don’t want to pay!”
“I can’t afford it!”
“why are you penalising me
if I have all the means on my side?!”
they’re trying to convince me, but it’s not me
making up these daffy rules
smart men in smart suits
contorting plots
mixing gin with tequila
whiskey and vodka
to come up with a concept
utterly impractical
where we all drown like drunkards
but while some artists
can be at their best in this state
other members of our race
walk proudly on concepts accomplished
on the inconsistency of their world
initiating faults
of which we all fall prey
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2 November 2022
revised on 7 January 2023
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BA in Cultural Studies
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