Shitty poetry for a shitty life
“Do something!” She yells. Yet I will not. I shall not do anything.
I’d rather decay and decompose as naturally as possible.
I’d rather put my life on hold, so that life can be held.
I’d rather push and pull, in order to pull and push.
I’d rather stab myself, mentally, with neurons.
I’d rather sleep well beyond the ages, and wake up to a world vanished, and myself, vanished.
You are a disgrace to mankind, the stain of humanity.
The only fish in the sea, jumping and dancing above the water.
You will get caught, they say, so better refrain from all your dancing and swim at once!
Otherwise, you might even be a disgrace to fishkind.
The poor has no food to eat.
The poor eats itself.
The poor transcends itself all at once, how delicious it is!
Nothing delights me more than a blank page.
Oh, all the words I could have written.