outside stilled
chilly morning son
no whiter than the daisy
asleep for the plotting course
beyond comparisons
made for it until it breaks
or he does
all the home
it ever could have been good enough
living like animals
amongst savages
raised by wolves and robots
only snitches call the cops
the wicked victimize mental illness
humpday walking, driven by him, away
without desire to fight
wall of nails
taking space, discomforting
in my body, my temple
my mind, my sanity
enter at your own risk
choose one of five wild adventures
keep intentions clear
and often
and uncomfortably close
manifested toast
with my time and
give me the money that i loathe
still not quite ready
to die inside
pay the shrink to tell me
why i hate everything i buy
all on borrowed kindness
the end of this line
who makes a man so
afraid for a metaphor
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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