Friday
trapped in this dense and prohibitive world
like duct taped into a burlap sack
after a severe and most violent beating
limp and lifeless pre-corpse
waiting for the splash or bang
of the beginning of the end
waiting
sleep walking through years of
cognitive poverty and sensory underwhelm
conserving resources until necessity diminishes
alone in vision of world satisfaction
and greed abatement
eyes crusted shut with loath of it all
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