A passion for disinterest
eats all of my attention.
I used to think that I was stuck,
it turns out I'm the rut.
Habits bent on breaking me
have overtaken lately:
Today I am a pessimist,
so what?
Pretty young degenerate,
you've hardly even even started,
yet your shameful self-involvement
blunts the cries of those you've cut.
The ego that had shaped
your deconstructed mind was make-believe
and, turns out, quite the narcissist:
now what?
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
A passion for disinterest
eats all of my attention.
I used to think that I was stuck,
it turns out I'm the rut.
Habits bent on breaking me
have overtaken lately:
Today I am a pessimist,
so what?
Pretty young degenerate,
you've hardly even even started,
yet your shameful self-involvement
blunts the cries of those you've cut.
The ego that had shaped
your deconstructed mind was make-believe
and, turns out, quite the narcissist:
now what?
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