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Poems
Jan 2016
Just A Brain
Just A Brain
Floating In space
And isn't it all the same...
This time next year
The temperature
Will be the same
Perhaps our economy
Will collapse soon
The money in the
Bank accounts
Just digits
On a computer screen
All one big game
I suppose
And nobody cares
They store the food
In the underground bunkers
For the wealthy elites
And who knows
What will be
Our country's ruin
I saw my reflection
A reflection of my reflection
Sitting at the gym
On a mat
A mirror in front
About 10 yards away
And a mirror directly behind
So I saw my head
And three heads
Behind that
Fairly wealthy
Or poor
Human beings
Starve the same way
When the food is all gone
I made an improvement
With my akward body
Still not what I would like
But that's okay
I suppose
I do not want
A place of my own
I do not care
My therapist
Shouldn't have had
A baby
That child is likely
To grow up
In one of the worst times
In the history of our country
I enjoy sitting in parks
Sitting on yoga mats in parks
When everything goes wrong
I won't care or panic
I'll just go hike a mountain
Way high up
Away from everyone
I wonder
Will I meet someone there
A friend?
A caring woman
That I dreamed about
For my whole life?
Probably not
Oh well
I'll have the view
And my granola bars
And my podcasts
You left me Liz
You were a caring woman
Because you left
I am going to do what
I please
For the rest of my life
You didn't send me a card
For Christmas
Not that I thought you would
Just would have been nice
You probably just halfway cared
Just pretended to care
I like to be alone
Alone with my podcasts
When World War III comes
I won't be surprised
I won't be surprised
When man destroys himself
And his environment
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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