Yesterday it finally dawned on me
the reality of paper living.
We waste our entire lives all
wanting to be rich
working more hours than to live.
We surround ourselves with bills
allowing governments to waste
always giving us more things to pay
that should have long ago been paid.
And here you are looking at all these
new expenses like a comic page
because the world is busy
wanting likewise to be rich from you.
I say, everything is wrong in our
fevers to be dreaming wanting better
living when we're hardly even living.
I am in the bookstore, reading poetry,
like a madman in a zoo
being watched by the world through glass.
A lone man, barely 30, staying calmly
enjoying living.
05.30.23
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