futility

the world watches with paused silence,

staring in disbelief,

holding its breath,

quietly exhaling as the momentum

begins again;

we are all whores,

we are all sluts,

we are all pieces of unfiltered shit,

we have all failed,

we are all hideous hypocrites

without rhyme or reason,

no purpose or soul,

searching for self-fulfillment

in the middle of silent sufferings,

ignoring the agony,

looking past the pain;

I am tired of the arrogance,

I want to scream with rage,

I want to rip the livers from the insects

sitting at the top,

I am tired of crumbs,

I am tired of taking shit

from cockroaches who can’t

wipe their assholes,

grubby little maggots,

always searching for more,

rising to the top

on the backs of others,

I am tired of the futility.

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