12:22am, unemployed, Dubai.
by ThedominiqueofregressioN
I am trying Camus, really I am.
For a headstart, I got fired
and received a one year ban
here in Dubai
for shouting back to that
Egyptian fuck
who is
a poor excuse of a manager
who has no concept of humanity,
but fuck humanity and
that job, and that Egyptian.
Humanity's been around for so long
that it has become a world epidemic.
Everyone's full of themselves,
In fact, everyone thinks
they are the perfect example
that everyone should follow.
No one's going to start a war
in this madness,
not when the war is
already inside our heads,
the wrong war mostly.
I believe we are at the
verge of humanity's
stupidity, it needs to end.
It's affecting lives.
Everyone has depression,
you and me,
including the one who
thinks 'memes' are fun;
including the one who
should emphasize himself as
someone who has it to form a sense
of identity.
You can't blame them you see,
hell, you can blame me for being
a poet out of commerce.
You can't blame the hipsters who
gather themselves in a poetry reading night,
I wouldn't go there even if they will
pay me base on how good my poems are
and these poems aren't for sale.
You can't blame the workers
for seeing less of themselves,
slaves to whip,
only now the whipping's mental,
they have families to feed Camus,
that's why they're here, to be
Christ-like and not to oppose.
I don't know Camus,
I really don't.
Are you trying to convince me?
If so, I don't understand the absurdity
of it all, not that I or anyone is able to.
You're probably right, it must be
the sobriety that is causing all of this.
Charles Bukowski, where are you?