judgement in the morning
when I am least awake and
I see endless possibilities
float by me as if feathers
being blown to all side of
my consciousness in the
hopes of stimulating my
slow motion times... I
am my own victim... my
own client of despair whn
in these counties of repression
and collective pride seeps
into my incriminations;
green trees stand tall in my
sights of intellectural commonalities
and my comrades will be the first
to admit their impartial dislike
for the world around them...
even after all their death benefits
have been paid in full... like
cheated them out of death and
forced them into the hands of
their enemies... we spit on
the graves of our fathers,
plant flowers on the graves of
our mohters... and in theory
pay our fair share of taxes.
27 September 2021
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