The world is too young
to have this many old around
who say that
this is the way
the world works
while I’m here
a martyr of laziness
slipping around with one sock
and mustard stains
and an airplane strip for a forehead
and a child’s Halloween bag for a stomach
trying to do very little
to show the world
what a little sacrifice
could do
for I have become
the old in the young
looking at the world
and saying
isn’t there more?
The world could work
better.
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The future
will be great
with everyone talking
about who they will
be
and I’m glad
I’ll be dead
by then.
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