I was always told,
when I was younger,
that some people
were given stupid
shots after they
were born.
I've since
come to
realize that
this isn't
entirely true.
the stupidity
comes with
the batteries,
and in this way
we are essentially
toys.
built for a purpose,
unaware of what
that is, and thrown
away when we don't
work anymore.
now if we're
toys, you might
ask, where is
our chest?
that place we
get put away
each night to
await usage in
the morning.
we don't call
it a chest around
these parts.
here we
call it sleep,
alcohol, pot.
these are our
legacies, this
is our time,
dripping away
one drop at a
time.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.