The place I'm staying in is my body
She makes my decisions
She rolls my eyes
Every dress I wear is hers
Having a body means nothing is really mine on the inside
Hardly out of my mother yet and my cries don't belong to me
My credit card is food to make my body stay still
But that puts me in debt
And she wants to run because she needs me to pay rent
My body has issues with me that I don't understand
What's the problem if I don't want to move? I think. If I want to smoke why can't I? If I want to thrash around my room and break her.
Why can't I?
Why does she love so easily?
Why does she want to be alive so badly?
The bodies around me own their tenants
Their tenants are owned by other bodies
Our bodies are like children who cry when hungry
There are some things that need to be articulated
There are no more lives left to live and my body is grasping on to me like a lifeline
At the same time she's trying to stop me from drowning
She needs me to feel immortal
Even though I already am
New pair of shoes
New way of thinking
New type of coffee
New summer camp
So why can’t we adjust
To this new way of life
And wearing masks
Sure, Plexiglass might be a pain
Back in the office, but
It’s better than working from home
With your kids hyped up on sugar
If you’re stuck in a rut
Don’t be afraid to ask for help
Sure, it might be embarrassing
But rent won’t pay itself
I hope you have learned
Check the CDC website
If you have any questions
During this time
to those who not born an aristocrat,
what it means to be a human-being?
a terrible exhaustion - result of attrition
soulless slave - six days a week
is there any other alternative, though
I cannot outstare the bill faces
rent will due soon
118,000 unread emails
week long business trips
"bare minimum to get by" prohibited
I have lunch delivered
I have all the food inside my office
and a beautiful apartment facing the sea
with the sun rays peeking in through the blinds each morning
but I'm just too busy
hopelessly hoarding pennies
hopefully saving enough joy for the future
they say your hardwork will come into frution
repeating cycles of entire career till retirement?
050620 | 15:40 PM - sunday in transition season of cobid-19 pandemic
RENT has become on of my fav musicals lol
When will the time be for me to speak,
about the things I hold in or
why there is no escape?
I still haven't found a way to break free
because of my misplaced trust
and confused expectation to find
a road worth walking.
Now I would say that I am
running away or floating around,
driving to that destination
where I think my dreams will be found.
The place I know I want to be
It's there I will be seen and start opening.
Escape is so close it's like I'm holding it.
I know the 11 more months will pass like shedding skin,
because on day 32 I see I'm taking steps too small again.
if you don't write, how will you know if you're writing right?
It's that time of the month again, your rent is due.
You'd better pay up or I'll beat the hell out of you.
Don't try to get out of paying again, I don't want to hear an excuse.
Stop trying to get pity by saying you were a victim of ****** abuse.
I want my money, I don't want to hear excuses or lies.
When it comes to giving me an excuse, don't even try.
Do I get my money or do you get a beating?
Pay me or my fists are what you'll be eating.
You just insulted me, you said that I'm so fat that I look like the Goodyear Blimp.
I just punched you in the face and you've started crying because you're a wimp.
Stop blubbering like a two year old, be mature like an adult.
And I will permanently disable you if you hurl anymore insults.
I'd like to avoid sending you to the emergency room and myself to jail.
Just gimme my **** money, I'm getting tired of having to raise hell.
Passions are for children;
A passion can't pay your rent.
Rent is made to **** your passion.
Don't you see that the real you is crying?
Wake up, you're stuck inside dying!
Stuck inside you, stuck inside a house!
Rent is gnawing at you, you're dying.-
You've been dying!
You've been lied to.
No more hiding!
Your rent's due.
Existentialism will be the death of me
As time goes by
I don't mind
I was talking to someone
Staying rent free in my mind
I get up in the morning
Ride the bus to work
Hoping it'll be on time today
Cause my boss a real ****
I sit at my desk
In front of a computer screen
I'm already getting ***** looks
From patients waiting to be seen
Do this and that all at the same time
I spend the day multitasking
When will I get a break
That's what I keep asking
Well at least I have job
And money has to be made
Cause come the first of the month
The rent has got to be paid
For all you daily grinders... I feel ya