People tell me I should be a doctor,
buy why attempt to heal the sick
when they've obtained for themselves the disease?
Send the pills to soldiers in a failing war.
Nay, I'd rather be an author
beating dead donkeys with sticks
begging for people to change on my knees
as their conscience sleeps, strangling on snores
Whether an expert of demons or poet of monsters...
Everyone vomits their values until they're anemic,
allergic to anything that displeases
whatever their apocryphal gods adore.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
