flabbergasting the neighborhood
hyphenated hookersdictating a philosophy of pleasure
of green
the utter complaint is worthless
wheres the logic in complaining
what a waste of particles
an inconsiderate spew of poshley parber
that shows dismalities of yourself
and poor control
i see it in excess
i do it as well
im not above my words
im within them and part of them
i am what brings on the words
but i see this
my fellows
my institution of sub collegiates
looking to get by without an attempt
not seeing the ease.
its not a college
a college does not bend
with the high pitched contrived yelps of pathetic voice
my institution does,
it seems false in some respects.
like i could take off my 3D glasses and seee that
its all just 50 feet away and it never really
reaches me
that i can walk right by it and it wouldnt matter
is my everyday a projection?
is it backwards
is it a hood that is past false and waiting for something>
humble the neighborhood
and maybe drop your trousers and
do cartwheels with exhilirating fervor.
bask in the projection or throw gummi bears at it.
humidity is a by product of complaining.
stop it

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