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Jan 2016
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
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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