The world is a harsh place and
I want to forget
that my life is in danger and I should shout at strangers
It is their fault because they were born.
And that my neighbor’s life is also in danger,
and it is my fault because I was born.
Tomorrow smells more violent that Marvel’s Civil War,
And today already stinks from existing civil wars,
And with no clear path out.
I can’t afford to buy my own supper.
But I can afford YouTube
And I do not want to think about planning for my future.
I am well sedated.
And I am grown enough to know it will not last forever.