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Getting to know me

Getting to know meShare

Today at 1:23pm | Edit Note | Delete

I wasted years

discussing future employment;

taking the name of that college

and turning it in to a pretty university.

I got half way there...

Did three years of time

under the teachings

of socialites

and successful suits.

 

That was when

I realised that

the women, the music,

intoxication and the word

meant more to me,

and very little to them.

It seemed to me...

Be successfully dry

or struggle through

with fire.

 

So now,

I work my *** off

for a meagre wage,

I spend what I can

in the bars,

whilst those I used to know

take out their mortgage loans

and start planting the seeds

without considering

exactly what is left

-or not left-

for them to grow in.

 

Well, waking up

at noon

with a head on my chest,

a hangover that drags

me to the bathroom

then puts me back

where I started...

Knowing that nothing

takes preference over

personal enjoyment,

decency and honesty,

and knowing that all those struggles

reaffirmed this:

 

It's a bubble,

one that I know

is now

far too thick

to be burst.

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Published
Jan 21, 2010
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