reality came crashing in the youngest has finally made itself the largest to be of no more use ran out of obedient lackeys to carry out bidding stay at home close to the toilet
sitting around frankfurt am maine in some pigeon hole blame demand blame work ethic blame labor shortage blame logistical collapse blame fuel prices blame culture blame a generation blame reincarnation
wreaking havoc on the yellow plastic bin liners trash sorting services ever shorting want cycles busy bipeds bringing bric a brac back and forth call it productivity assembling another arrangement out of the nothing new
for so long i was so good at not pulling out the hair but for some reason the fingers are back at it again what has changed what has returned where is the urge coming from what is the itch that these fingers are searching out conditions presenting symptoms
a glimpse into the life something i never see because i am not a part of that like to hold myself out but with the words i can imagine and it just wants me to pull myself ever further away i cut up these odes to the life lived to use as building bloqs in the spare time crafting together my private leviathan a cherry picked world that i would like to live in having turned away from what there is
thinking bout your face whilst drinking sunshine walking through words and rhyme no more crooning or swooning let melody take a backseat to rhythm and delivery now let us see if i have something to say