Trepidation
and the usual ration.
The usual self-help crap
on my screen:
"be this", "master your fears", "feed the right wolf", "toe the line", "think outside the box".
Verses written by others,
pasted by yet more others, who
don't give a flying fuck,
ain't got a fucking clue,
just indiscriminate ejaculations
born of the mindless,
the hopeless,
the sleepless,
the loveless,
the lifeless.
Ad verecundiam, non sequituri and ad hoc
everwhere,
everwhen,
everone.
Congrats, lemur,
you're officially a misanthrope.
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