You’ll fuck yourself up.
Watching all these people fighting about what-the-hell-ever.
This side.
That side..
Meme meme meme..
People with raw deals, holding up a sign
“Bet I can’t get 100 likes”
Homeless with pets.. cancer patients in hospital beds.. nationalist fervor..
Uggg…
We get to the root of
“Victim, or not victim”
Naturally.
My butthole hurts from a lifetime of fuckin,
Obvi.
They been in there deep, ever since I punched my first time clock.
I’m not clever enough to sidestep, or there’s a touch of honor, pride.
You have to go to work.
Doesn’t matter if you work with overgrown toddlers, doesn’t matter if the greed is transparent,, you must work… it’s the nature of the thing.
But that’s not what I’m bitching about…
Scrolling.
Seeing so many opinions, attacking your eyeballs at once,, begging you to take the bait…
Trigger.
Trig..
If I let that get to me?
I’d be Kevin.
I’d be yelling about some shit that I can’t change.
I’d be assaulting people’s eardrums..
So….
Don’t do that..
I saw a meme,, “wait until the ones that want to be left alone get involved”
That’s me. Wanting to be left alone.
I wear a hood.
I walk in camouflage.
I look at the ground, avoiding eye contact.
I’m not of you, I’m merely with you.
Your shit is exhausting.
And that means, there’s a satisfaction when you fail..
Nay…. the scrolling is bad for me.
I must stop.
What will be will be.
And you can invest all you’d like into this circus.
I decline.
Just D Klein.
I must stop with the scrolling.
Let’s get high 😔😔
dawn 