i am a european,
stuck so close to a highway the natives call Nepean,
too soft to wish upon my worst enemies a desire for them to be in...
this fucking joke of an existence,
when i am used to a realm so much more honest and fucked up,
which deals not in cents but pents...
I yearn for my homeland,
but remain marooned by a dog anchor,
likely to show so much of myself,
that i appear to these people nothing more than an arrogant wanker...
I cry....
more than i laugh.
shower,
more than i bath...
I flood my cheeks with tears as i ponder death,
a hollow end to a pointless strife,
final conscious misery,
following a meaningless life...
and then i find nas singing the Message,
and the feelings such emotive expression inspires,
makes me want to devote my time left,
to exposing to others, the difference between truth tellers and the wealthy liars...
humanity depresses me,
the chest shaved cunts in their fancy frocks,
i need to buy into buddhism,
hope i am reincarnated as a fox...
a fox
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