I shall,
forever be,
externally lazy.
Absent,
the ability to simply be,
bothered.
To,
even attempt,
to produce this,
cent.
This,
intensely useless,
cent.
I shall,
be nothing but,
still,
within such an existence.
Oh,
be me not a being,
which wants,
which needs.
Be me,
absent the ability to conform,
within this vacuous society.
Oh,
so empty these minds.
These minds,
which lack the ability to,
be.
For,
independent they deem themselves.
As,
each exist as a rat,
in a capitalistic cell.
Shall they,
ever see?
Truly,
see?
Ever,
exist tethered to simplistic comprehension?
Ever,
be a consciousness,
constantly tethered to subconscious creation?
Shall they,
ever be deemed,
divine?
Ever,
be tethered to,
greatness?
Oh,
how senseless.
How,
pointless.
How,
utterly worthless,
it is to be,
this.
This,
worker.
This,
american.
This,
being tethered to a,
cent.
Oh,
within such,
be there no soul,
present...
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