1973 - when I started asking questions, like, "Why are we all dressed so funny?"

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Useless

To be useless

In the tupperware state.

Nothing to be done

Save refrigerate.


Blood boiling,

Stomach churning,

Ever-willing to

Exaggerate.


The soft contours

Of life

Can lead one

To believe


That nothing

Is at stake;

That the noblest

Emotion is hate.


Step back from the abyss

Which yawns so great;

Step into a void

That nullifies Fate.



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