Security, a guy,
Secondly a father.
Does he like it?
What does he like?
Life, is a strange randomness,
Where there is no security.
Lock is security, and also insecurity.
Does he like his job?
Is he like his job? (His job is dead).
He goes to work with no security,
Comes back home with no security.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
