I can't even. Can you?

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Nice Things Are Awesome



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in my skull-space
Aligned are pieces two
one a simple me, who
wants simple bliss of contentment.
sparse embellishments of entertainment.
youtube and the likes of self resentment
from memes dank, dark or depressing.
another the discrete me, who
took a glimpse and flew
to conclusions based on gut
a colossal idiot
culture-less vulgar slots
my ancestors filled with plots
about plague, love or spots
on beast and crawlies.


I steer the wheel
standing on my will
and the joker peels
out and reels
in my efforts.



Cat and mouse
in same house
fighting like 2 spouse
in shrinking sleeping bag.


Can you not see
the divide set to be
between me and me?
It's the system I tell you
that makes me wants things
un-animal. nor human.



I'm fetching filth
for system to fill
my pocket with filth
someone else fetched.

I like the
nice stuff.
shut up.

As I sit by the pile I'm bored
all the 18 versions of things I hoard
This month's bill, fill the hole
gives me personality, make me whole
Look at me playing the main role
of character preset to this RPG.
Some times I take a break to pee
and wonder, who is it in mirror I see.

I am the multitude
of characters
and their attitude.
I am in scandalous
ongoing feud
with myself and
myself, rude.
I face the truth
in forms two
and pick the one
I think will do.

This is my day 70 entry of the 100 days of poetry by d-pend@d-pend from SteemitSchool.



If you like what I'm doing here, help me out to get me some visibility and add me to your steemvoter or bring me a curie@curie vote like at rasamuel@discord did which f3nix@f3nix thought I deserved and supported me through frustration. It's been more than four month of this.
goddamnit.



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