And then it came to mind,
How to operate within my station,
Facets of degradation,
Open with a wiliness to accept.
Mind’s eye wandering,
Everything in a quicken pace moves,
Surrounded
Blanketed in,
Blackened will to survive,
To escape the common,
Graced by impeding disaster,
Trying to dig yourself out.
The reservoir of hope,
The **** of surplus sacrilege,
Slowly drained by the common,
Conformity of the Herd.
Reasoning to keep the smile?
Why not envelope the enveloper,
The world is an oyster without a pearl,
Your life begins today and is one nanosecond shorter,
Fancy ornaments
Pathetic compensation,
Being a disillusioned higher up,
Means being a corporate *****
Your boss,
My boss,
Has something in common,
They felt that stress is necessary,
Nervousness a virtue,
Stoicism means to be malleable,
Easy to break the spirit,
Difficult to understand that,
Below the surface,
The fault lines of the two hemispheres,
Begin to overlap and scrap,
Unravel and become lucid in plain simplicity,
Like pulling the lever which spills more
Useless garbage on your lap.
Envelope that and be comfortable with its existence,
Never agree with it, then stagnate standing water
Becomes the cesspools surface,
Underneath is the ravings of a diabolical cynic
That isn’t going to shovel the **** anymore
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
And then it came to mind,
How to operate within my station,
Facets of degradation,
Open with a wiliness to accept.
Mind’s eye wandering,
Everything in a quicken pace moves,
Surrounded
Blanketed in,
Blackened will to survive,
To escape the common,
Graced by impeding disaster,
Trying to dig yourself out.
The reservoir of hope,
The **** of surplus sacrilege,
Slowly drained by the common,
Conformity of the Herd.
Reasoning to keep the smile?
Why not envelope the enveloper,
The world is an oyster without a pearl,
Your life begins today and is one nanosecond shorter,
Fancy ornaments
Pathetic compensation,
Being a disillusioned higher up,
Means being a corporate *****
Your boss,
My boss,
Has something in common,
They felt that stress is necessary,
Nervousness a virtue,
Stoicism means to be malleable,
Easy to break the spirit,
Difficult to understand that,
Below the surface,
The fault lines of the two hemispheres,
Begin to overlap and scrap,
Unravel and become lucid in plain simplicity,
Like pulling the lever which spills more
Useless garbage on your lap.
Envelope that and be comfortable with its existence,
Never agree with it, then stagnate standing water
Becomes the cesspools surface,
Underneath is the ravings of a diabolical cynic
That isn’t going to shovel the **** anymore
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