Ten Second Sadness

September 10, 2012

You disgust me.
Speak of efficiency,
Drool convictions
Of burning fast.
Speak like you know death.
Good suburban Christians
Ruminate the transcendence of habit.
I masticate on my own revelations.
Without action.
This music doesn’t hit me like it used to.
My eardrums lie cemented.
Fat cows lay to rest.
Food falls to ashes.
Movement is unguided,
Reflection is self-pity.
I disgust myself.

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