Fucking Thankfully
Off the track and out of luck,
Though I never believed in it to begin with…
I fight a silent war,
Like so much rust in an ever-distressing machine.
I know those who want to hold you down,
I see their tools and hear their maniacal screams of reason.
Their reason and their word alone…
I’ve disowned that ignorance and moved on,
Like a bee to the next flower,
Hovering,
Sucking detail like nectar and pollinating my mind as I go.
Thankfully I left my vanity with my old skin,
Over there,
In the corner.
7/20/2002
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