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I woke up wearing shoes again
Been working in my dreams
Been dreaming at my workplace
As ironic as that seems
Started ‘one step at a time’
Now I stumble through the month
Somnambulist in the hamster wheel
Of passing cash and animus
It’s bachelor life, it’s name your price
It’s toxicity applauded
It’s comfort on a rainy day
Or humanity garroted
All the same, the alarm eventually cackles
A stark reminder of this polyphasic torment
When it’s ‘pay the rent’ or ‘get a tent’, well
There’s simply no nest for the dormant

I woke up a few too many times today
More alone and less enthused
The qualia of a battered brain
Responding less the more it’s used
When jettisoning empathy
To balance out your mental load
Both cheering and commiserating
Die as parts of broken code
All hail the social distance king
Inoculated by his own noxiousness
Numb to collapsing colonies
Comfy with whittled consciousness
A couple million years of evolution
Crumpled up and tossed aside
My interest won’t reciprocate
For bridges when the river’s dried

I woke up staring at the walls of my own coffin
Still playing even as there’s nothing left to gain
Broke a back while shaking off the rigor mortis
Broke a spirit turning on the lizard brain
Welcome to life inside the centrifuge
Where love comes from a microwave
Spellbound to any monitor
As much machine as human slave
Careening a Kia Rio
Right over the river Styx
Stuck as an ouroboros
Repeating the same tricks
My skeleton is splintering
My minutes mostly borrowed
Trading punches with the clock
Not sure I’ll be waking up tomorrow
No love (or real food) comes from microwaves, heh!

powerful work

Thank you much TV!

 
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