Life (Maybe)

Devin Sams
Scuzzbucket
Published in
1 min readApr 9, 2023

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Photo by Rilla Paris on Unsplash

most of mine

has been spent

wondering if i have it,

whether i’m pissing it away

or

if simply, it was never mine

to begin with.

it’s a consumer world.

i keep going

in and out

of the stores

the coffee shops

the oil changes

and fruit-stands.

the hordes of humans

doing,

doing horror

for the dollar

simply because we’ve been told

it must be done,

that there is no other way.

that people really have to live

these lives opposite of life

to appease the number

the landlord

the bank

the idea.

while we slowly defeat

each other,

while we slowly defeat

ourselves

with every opening

of the register,

ignoring the tilt

and spin of the earth

the number must go up,

and go on

in spite of the soul.

but,

i am no cure.

i am no better.

walking into

another store —

liquor store.

there’s

another body behind the machine

ringing up

my case of beer.

i stick in

my little plastic card

and we stand there

waiting

for it

to happen.

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Devin Sams
Scuzzbucket

I suffer from poetry, being electric as a cat, and sighing like a depressed void.