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Jun 2018
I wake up to the buzz of an alarm.
The phone next me is asking for some attention.
The average attention span of a human is 10 minutes, but I don't know how that's true
When I continue sleeping till noon.

Shoot, it's 12 PM.

Lift 90 kg of organic carbon-based matter off the bed. Wait, it's my body.
Like a lifeless carcass, I drag that mass to a tile-covered room that somehow has water flowing out of a copper tube.

As I sip some water, along with 20 mg of this so-called drug fluoxetine,
I realize that I'm one atom of oxygen away from imbibing the most dreadful of chemicals.

What's even more concerning is that fact
that I'm drinking tap water.
Do you know how much chlorine the government adds
to ensure a manageable population?

Though, sometimes I wish the oxygen in the air
would react with water in my sink
to form
etch two, ought to.

And the chlorine in that faucet
would find its way to my nose
to make this lifeless carcass
of organic material
less organic.

Etch two, ought to.
Written by
Rashid  17/M/Victoria, BC
(17/M/Victoria, BC)   
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