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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
slop
i strip out from
the choking coughing luxurious suit
of my hopeless work place
throw it aside like the nothing it is
run my hand through my hair
push up my glasses with the finger next to my thumb
run my hand across my chest
press and press
feeling the form of my body
i am flesh and blood
i am simple, a mechanic organic
alive machine
what i wear is what is me
i take off this suit (which is not a suit at all)
but i know i shall have to put it on again
it never ends and i am getting thin
it is all fading away a shadow
knock on me i am hollow
and follow, you better follow
me
there's a leader in me somewhere
i think i felt your hands around me
waiting to be led on - but
i'm just as lost as you
can you feel
the hands of something
quite unimaginable
throttling us in gear?
tick tock my dear
time counts while humans lose the count
while we're tuned to waste our lives away
little toys who don't know their way
and it's more than that
can you feel this endless feeling
of oppression i feel?
how it just steals
every morsel of happiness
i ever claimed my own?
we live our lives
in a deathgrip
the hands of a fiend
you can rip the hands
but the pain is unbearable - watching it all
heal just to be injured
all over again
a life lived is a death deserved
take the slop, it is served
eat
get fat, rotund, piggish
disappear beneath the folds
disappear with the age, with
getting old
we're all swine
fat, greedy slobs
beneath it all
can you skin
me away?
can you break
my bones
today?
i would like
to fall away
into nothingness
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