I'm just fine
fine at fooling myself,
fine at fooling you.
As we all toss each other
the same routine
of weary smiles
and hollow pleasantries.
Sitting here with little
still seems like too much to hold on to.
Watching all that I love
contorted into to lust,
and my visions misshapen.
Buying into the *****
of these shadowy pimps
pushing the American dream.
I feel too awake to buy into it
yet half asleep,
in some prolonged
red, white, and blue haze.
Where we gaze upon the stars
through a pin hole.
Shackled to currency
trying to walk amongst
those grown feral
sniffing out its scent.
A drop of blood in water
a thousand miles away
Yet I'm still trying somehow,
to buy something back
anything that reminds me
I am human.
Swallowing the hemlock,
to push myself
through living the lie,
and help me choke down
the *******
we all like to feed each other. .

Sure, Im fine.