The decrepit shallowness we live with day in and day out dictated by a calendar with hallmark bullshit mapped out stealing lineage/ history/ in bits doled out in porridge bowls for misfits/ who live in doggery— think less of themselves than dogs care to consider given into a story of we know better we trod on in misery/ some shiny moments of bliss/ marked on a calendar/ for next year we fold it up/ carry ourselves to post mark it for good times/ celebrations if we have anybody left who cares or wants to pretend it’s a new day/ same as last year— we carry on/ we throw parties/ we throw our lives away.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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