unknown antiquity

just lay back, and watch her get on top.

the pathological philosopher enjoys not enjoying.

remember when playgrounds were meditation.

remember when we became economists at the toy store.

broken hopes will be put back together.

when the bankers come

tell them I traded my family

for a chance to make them proud.

broken no longer.

is art still necessary?

truthfully, it never was.

it just felt good.

possessing something that was never mine.

your pride loosened.

feel good?

he will love you.

with empty promises and pessimistic commitment.

he will give you nothing,

a righteous commitment to unrelatable pain.

voices lonely, voices hollow,

where else do you go when

the voices are all that you know?