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04.15.2020 i take drugs i don't understand

by deadboycreek

i take drugs i don't understand i smoke cigarettes, a bottle in hand i say i need another and still i have the nerve to say i have command, to say i am alert statesmen , officeholders, yell to run and vote what the fuck does that word mean, and what the fuck is a choice?       the pocket screen is screaming, this one i chose to hold a square box in my little hands, might as well call it rope let me tie it around my neck, let me pour in all my hopes onto the little screen, ego machine, sweet stasis as i choke                 inercia grips inside of me, we left the trees so long ago now i get up every morning, to make richer all the rich folk am i crying or am i laughing and i don't get this fucking joke why are so little of us bothered, why does no one else revolt we float on like dead fucking fish, taking junk taking a smoke why do we take for granted, this incoherent hoax? brown red black men scratch into the ground, a white man sells us Coke everywhere a boot to lick, a fist to kiss and to uphold        authority needs me blind and dumb, obedient cattle is controlled i don't know no fucking answers, i don't know no goddamned code something punched me in a fucking dream, i saw his face as i awoke, and i screamed as i awoke, and i gasped as i awoke-        my breasts dripped and i was old, it was a glory to behold worms eating my fleshy face i say goodbye as i unfold, felt my bones so real inside myself, i began to decompose and all my ugly was exposed, but it wasnt ugly anymore, and nothing mattered anymore, i phone my mom her voice is gold,       i saw her face it was my own, and i felt joy in my little bones now my death has been postponed, a thousand times, but it will come ( my mind will then explode, all my memories implode) all life is just a moan on an incoherent road, that leads no where i suppose, but i still composed this ode i'm pretty good or so im told, i believe that, i am sold          me, a bag of organs in a mould, a body i dont even own information crams my throat, into my body to my bones i take drugs i dont fucking understand, i swallow tv screens on command i take money in my hand i feign control, i misunderstand
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deadboycreek
22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán
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deadboycreek
22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán
Published
Apr 24, 2020
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04.15.2020

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