
you lead a lush life
lashing out at me in your Jaguar
my voice muffled by all of your kind
I’m out
I can’t contain it any longer
rejection by the whole world
is equal to the worst achievable score
on this road to hell
or some other dark place;
when I leave these grounds
there will be nothing to find
among my ashes scattered in the vicinity
of blindness and infertility
as it is on this land
full of dark tarmac
and bright snow
which makes it synonymous with grey monotony
reinforced with dough
everybody wants it, why not?
will you be better then?
when you have everything you need
or rather what you can buy
from the perspective of your Jaguar’s distorted eye
***
Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


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