Throwaway

I've slipped the noose,

The shackles are off.

My maturity fixation outshines.

It's go for broke

And fuck it all,

With head held higher (than thou)

I am the man that used to care.

Who was i then?

So quizzical with foresight.

Now i've favored to savor the flavor

Of nine-to-five intuition.

Out with the old, in with the new regime.

I sold my soul to the rebotised dream.

Breaking bones of contention.

I'm just an empty shell

With integrity scooped out.

A painted smile,

A glass-eye high

On two that can't cry.

Touch me,

I'm cold to the merits of (real) love.

I stepped back from the edge

When other slipped off.




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