Outer Space
a modification is taking place,
the outer space appears shrunken,
my catalyst is disfunction
a lingering desire to eject
what do you expect?
there’s only so long
you can hold the reins
before you let go again,
the life you’re presented with
can fit neatly on a microchip
there’s no substance
your life is shit,
scarred with the spoils of debt,
you’re born alone
you die alone,
your life ain’t worth it,
packaged and produced,
you try and make it fit,
living in the aftermath of a fart,
you’re being laughed at
by the members of the club
that you ain’t in,
you’re the dumb fuck
trying to make a living
trying to mould a sibling
trying to find meaning
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