Rebel rousing sycophant of
oh--wait, never mind.
Don't or read up on the global lore,
chore of it is meditative.
Forget to give up every day so far,
pay's shit, no coverage,
dicey edge, absurd way
under criticized.
Realize nobility in a
a good VOID scream,
blackness at my market's
pet aisle; I tip my beanie.
Just for myself:
Beanie tipped in the pet aisle at the market
downed by the blackness' cold shoulder.
Scream at the VOID good and nobly,
realize the era of criticization is underway,
absurdity edge, dicey journalistic coverage,
'no shit!' pays daily. Up for giving forgetting
meditation a try. It's a chore
against the lore said to be on the up and
up, read, or don't mind never waiting
like a sycophant rousing my rebellious nature.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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I feel the words Willem, the horrid news, little pay, no health insurance. Same old same old. Preach W. We all feel it at sometime.