I dont want to judge
By what you produce but I
Judge paper pushers.
If you can’t make things,
Ok. But if you exploit those
Who do labor? No.
What color is your
Collar. And how did you get
It. Who got stepped on.
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Grown up is an illusion
A farce
Sold to children to make them obedient,
Lesser than.
Grown up is a bar set
When convenient.
Grown up is an excuse
A promise not kept.
And I don’t want to grow up
To be like you.
But if you are going to flaunt it at least fucking do what you say.
I would say if I weren’t so grown up.
My head hurts and I
Don’t want to binge eat. I call
Bullshit on today
Chia seeds stuck in
My teeth. Must be twenty eight
Teen. Or tobacco.
BBQ beets are
My new favorite southern
Food experiment.
Just what we needed,
More rain. Had we known we’d have
Planted rice paddies.
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