You know through all the time that has passed
and all the experience that I have gained.
I honestly thought I would have grown past this all.
Yet I feel that warm gush of memories.
Like a steaming bite of food. Too hot to swallow
yet too stupid to spit it out - or in the company of pretentious *****.
Either way I can't help thinking I should of learned by now.
After Zoe and Nanette...and Claire...Rene, Beth, and so many more.
I still fall into the same gear. Down the same path. And always wonder why I hit the dead end. and the bitter sweet irony is that
I know of the on-coming demise.
But that's what we do.
Doing the same thing over and over hoping for a different result.

This poem has no message. Just thought that by sharing my
"idiocracy" with you, that maybe you won't experience the same.
Just maybe.